<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold">"What do you do...did you...can you, DO, now?. Have you abilities still, or they were taken? I must know."</span><br/><br/>After several moments had passed, Solas circled around the womanâ€™s frame slowly, grinning slightly. He paused to lean over a broken column, both palms coming to press against the dusty surface. <span style="font-style: italic">''If... I can help the dead? And what makes you think thatâ€™s even an option, Miss?''</span> He smiled inwardly and raised his head, blue orbs scanning the female's curious expression. <span style="font-style: italic">''I can be honest if you wish... There is nothing that makes me want to tell you if I have any abilities still, or if they were taken. I mean, we've seen that happen before, haven't we?''</span><br/> <br/>He knew that deep inside, he could not deny that slight ache in his chest; a response to the woman's request. He pulled away from the broken column and rubbed the back of his neck, approaching the woman with slow steps until he was about couple inches away from her body. <span style="font-style: italic">''That guy, that they call...God, gives and takes whenever he pleases. We're just his puppets. How can I be any different than others? Our kind, damned to roam the face of this billiard ball we call... Earth''</span> <br/><br/>An honest expression now spread across his pale features and suddenly, he felt his breath catch in his throat as he studied her face. Calmly, he asked.<span style="font-style: italic">''I need to know. What is this all about? Who's tomb is this?''</span> Eyes drifted leisurely toward the figure.</span><br/></ul>