"Oh, but it is. How do you think we know what these marks on our face mean, when the Elvhenan have been dead for over a thousand years?" Not that any of these gathered here would know, save the two facing one another. Somehow even more smug than before, the Calamity self continued. "It was he who told us, who had been by our side since the Anchor had first nearly killed us. Funny how he knew how to do that, now that I think on it... It's such an ancient magic that had been sapping our life force away, after all."

Ellana absentmindedly grasped her left elbow in her right hand, gazing down at the green markings on her wrist that her garb didn't hide. Lines that once shown so brightly, but cut off from the Fade as they were, dimmed.

"...I don't know," she coarsely whispered. There was so much she didn't know, was never told of. Yet she'd been thrust into this situation not once, but twice. By the Creators, she almost wished it had taken the form of a giant spider right about now. "We'd won the war, defeated the man who would see my world corrupted by Fear and Terror and he the new god. Yet when I turned around to see him once more, Solas was gone."

For once, all signs of smugness leave the other Ellana's face. "Solas, he was far more than just another man in the force against chaos. He was my first friend, my savior, and the one who guided me when I lost my way. He was my one love, my heart. The wisdom we so desperately wanted, and our insight into the Fade. That's why I hate him so much.

"First he sacrificed himself with Varric and Leliana so that I could return to the past and undo his mistakes, and then he leaves when victory is had? If only he saw fit to trust me as I did him..."

Ellana's grip on her elbow tightened as the shadow continued, but she said not a word. Even as she fought back tears.