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• Solas: Do you ever miss life beneath the earth? The call of the Stone?
• Varric: Nah. Whatever the Stone – capital S – is, it was gone by the time my parents had me.
• Solas: But… do you miss it?
• Varric: How could I miss what I never had?
• Varric: But say I did have that sense, that connection to the Stone. What would it cost me?
• Varric: Would I lose my friends up here? Would I stop telling stories?
• Varric: I like who I am. If I want to hear songs, I’ll go to a tavern.
• Solas: You are wiser than most.

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• Solas: Once, in the Fade, I saw the memory of a man who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars.
• Varric: In that story of yours—the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone—you thought he gave up right?
• Solas: Yes.
• Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone.
• Varric: That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes—and it’s gone forever.
• Varric: The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets.
• Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.