"It was not specifically a human war - because those problems were everyone's problems," Dorian insisted, with a gentle tone, accent caressing the words - lacking heat and venom, but with the conviction he always seemed to convey his words with. Because he believed it to be true - if that hole in the sky had gotten worse, there wouldn't be a world to even ponder within. It wasn't about labels, or race, or anything else - it was about something much more universal than that.
He realized then that he felt an incredible amount of guilt for telling Lavellan about Solas. Perhaps he shouldn't have. But it was doomed to happen one way or the other - his betrayal set in stone, there was no changing that. It had to be difficult to hear, to even begin to comprehend - a crushing blow, and Dorian had delivered it but he didn't want whatever was between them here, building, to be based on anything else besides the truth. No secrets.
Then he moved closer, stroking the back of Lavellan's neck, leaning in to drop a kiss on the top of his head. "All hope is not lost, you know," he said. "Solas...he is very hindered by his own viewpoints. But we showed him once before this age is not as hopeless and corrupt as he thinks, that our world matters - it was us who did that, his companions. It was you. It will still be you."
Maybe he didn't have the time magic to put him into the future, right now, but he could at the very least dig up something from the reserves, a little bit of belief. Belief in Lavellan, and for him.