Cole: It sees him ready to jump. Pain pounding, pulsing, life of frustration can finally fall, to freeze.
Solas: Ah, yes.
Cole: It holds him high, shows the hole, where everything falls without him. He never needs to leave. He matters here.
Solas: That is one interpretation, yes.
Cole: You think it is different.
Solas: I think he fell, and it held him as he died, leaving him with images that told him his life was worthwhile.
Cole: That's much sadder. But yes. Calm, comfort, as the cold takes him away.
Sera: You're both nutters.
Cole: You want to be the one with the words that wonder.
Solas: True.
Sera: Stop it!
