Haven is beautiful, he thinks, lifting his head to stare out over the mountains. Snow-topped and grand, he remembers watching them from afar, his eyes moving between them and the Breach and wondering what the future might call for. He had high hopes for the Inquisition, high hopes for their future, but with what had happened to the Inquisitor and the newness of the anchor shards... It seems like a century ago - and it's an old, nostalgic feeling that he's more than accustomed to now.

"That is what makes the Fade so unique. You can see memories from a thousand lifetimes here, if you only know the way. Battlefields from ten different points of view, resting cautiously alongside the dreams and nightmares of those that have come to pass."

Solas frowns, sighing.

"It is beautiful."