Re: gatsby: mingmei + solas
Power. They did it for power. [It all came down to power, in the end. Even his wants were fueled by a desire for power, though he considered his quest noble. His was a mission of self-sacrifice.
With a snort, he flicked ice from the tips of his fingers. Shards of it embedded in the ground in front of them, angry spikes that glittered in the sunlight.] Of course I still have magic, but the magic of the People? That is nearly lost. Humans took our knowledge, our techniques, butchered them and then refused to let the People have their heritage. The Dalish play at knowledge, they are children endless repeating misheard stories.
[He sighed, heavily. Could he bring the magic back? Could he return the world to how it had once been?] I could. But to do so... [A haunted, hunted look came over him.] I fear the cost of such a thing.