She kissed his cheek, cold as mountain stone. Then she jumped off the rampart, the silver key blazing, and the rift above screamed as if it knew—for the first time—it was not the biggest threat in the room.
"Tonight," she said to Cullen, "I'm going into the Fade. Not through a rift. Through the Titan's door. And I'm going to remind Solas that the world he wants to tear down... already has a Game of the Year Edition. All the bugs are patched. All the stories are finished. It's worth saving ." Dragon Age Inquisition Game of the Year Edition...
"Two years," Ellana said now, watching the rift pulse. "Game of the Year, they called it. All that content. All that expanding pain." She kissed his cheek, cold as mountain stone
"About time," Solas whispered. "I was getting lonely in the post-game." Not through a rift
The rift hung in the sky over the Frostback Mountains like a second, weeping moon. Cullen stood on the ramparts of Skyhold, watching the green flicker stain the snow. "It's bigger than this morning," he said, not turning around.