[Cole rocks, sways a little, not that he's faint, but he moves and then he focuses on Solas, hands coming to pet awkwardly at his chest, feeling his hurt and the blossoming concern. Concern? It's something he knows.]
She wasn't the opposite. She was the absence. It hurt. It hurt like the Fade tugging at me.
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She wasn't the opposite. She was the absence. It hurt. It hurt like the Fade tugging at me.