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Mephisto made sure Uzza was able to take care of Jaspre - who had no worry about letting him leave to do his business - before he stepped out of his home and adjusted his sunglasses, walking down to the edge of the block, hands in his pockets, where he waited for his brother. The night before, he was checking on his similarly fallen brothers and sisters, making a note of where they were. Most were where they had been sent - eternal exile and chaining to one place - and the others were doing well, but there was a strange absence. Solas was a wanderer, certainly, but when one called out to him, he usually answered. Especially when that one was Mephisto. They'd had a long-standing familiarity with each other, both obsessed with learning more, with teaching humans, and with their similar bitter feelings for being wronged by the Creator. The reason Mephisto was so fascinated by the stars was, in part, to Solas' credit.

But he was gone. Mephisto couldn't fathom to grasp why. Or, for that matter, how. He did, know, however, that he couldn't just have left. He locked into the place that Solas had been last, and clung to that string, waiting for his brother as he leaned against the signpost, looking like he was - a man with sleep deprivation, too many burdens, and the faintest lining of worry.