Solas stormed out of the barrier as if burned. There was nothing he could tell the boy who was wiser than he.
Not a thing…
He looked at the trio, the soulmates whom he could have, and decided that it was time to seek advice.
From the one that got away…
"Nick," Solas whispered, as he hid in a dark tunnel. "Nick, are you there, buddy?"
The man had come into Solas' life back when Solas had been a human.
He had been a dread to look at. Death warmed over.
And yet, his smile had been kind. His knowledge had become Solas' overnight.
The man had pledged him his fighting strength until death did them part. More, Solas had not wanted of the man who stank of rot.
Solas wanted to take a hold of his younger self's ear and tug until he ripped it off.
Now that Sylvan healed Nick, the man was a catch… but…