"Is it really so foolish to hope you can reach someone that far gone?" This wasn’t entirely about Anders anymore, which was likely obvious, and worse still, Lavellan didn’t know what he wanted to hear. There was no right answer, no way to predict whether an attempt would be utterly futile. He had to cling very carefully to hope lest it slip through his fingers. What other choice did he have? Solas would take the world as Anders took Kirkwall’s Chantry. Hawke had been powerless to stop it, but Lavellan couldn’t be. There was no one else to do this but him. He knew well the meaning of sacrifice.
At the very least, they weren’t arguing about Dorian. That’s all he needed right now.
The comment about Merrill filled him with a great deal of pride. If he could introduce Ellana to her somehow, their people might be able to enact real change. "I’m sorry I never got to meet her. We could have really used her help." Why they got saddled with a power-hungry shemlen drooling over the vir’abelasan was another thing entirely. Just thinking about Morrigan’s blatant scorn and disrespect made him twitchy again. "When you physically enter the Fade a few times, you don’t get to be skeptical anymore. You’ll see. You come with us."