May the Dread Wolf take you…
Inquisitor: And he did.
Solas: No I didn’t. I’d never have sex with you under false pretenses.
Inquisitor: Yeah, you didn’t TAKE me—like you PROMISED, by the way—instead you TOOK ME IN. TOTALLY BAIT AND SWITCH.
Solas: I never promised to have sex with you.
Solas: Okay. Maybe… that MIGHT… have implied we were going off to have sex. But—
Inquisitor: And when we walk off screen, what happens? THIS:
Inquisitor: I think we’re going for romance but instead you tell me something I valued IS CRAP and then BREAK UP WITH ME FOREVER. I mean, I know you’re a Trickster God but that is some Fade-level deception right there.
Solas: I do have a beautiful voice, though.
Inquisitor: Yes. Yes, you do. You bastard.
Solas: So you’re still going to romance me again on your next play-through, right?
Inquisitor: Probably.
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