[ Solas smiles faintly, the expression one of understanding and relatively little judgment. As a man who has had unflattering stories told of him for thousands of years, he knows what it is to expect all those who have heard his name to expect the worst. ]

Some of them were. [ That’s genuine. ] He spoke of a man who made mistakes, yes, but through it all, he spoke of a friend.

[ Can Solas say similar? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He is not certain. ]

Whatever you’ve done, your friends still care. That is a rare gift.