[Once it's done, it's next to impossible to not make the connection to Justinia. It's hard to forget the woman who saved you from death, who led you down a path you never wanted to walk. Jove stares at what Cole's painted, tries to find what it means and finds herself as unable to do that as she was unable to find definitive meanings behind the murals Solas had left on the walls of her room and the rest of the ship.
And there's something fitting about that, isn't there?]
It's lovely, Cole.
[She means it, wholeheartedly. It might not look like Solas' paintings, it might be harsh and terrifying to anyone else, but it's something Cole has done to express himself and the only thing she can feel for the piece of artwork is pride.]
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And there's something fitting about that, isn't there?]
It's lovely, Cole.
[She means it, wholeheartedly. It might not look like Solas' paintings, it might be harsh and terrifying to anyone else, but it's something Cole has done to express himself and the only thing she can feel for the piece of artwork is pride.]