DA2 companions reacting to Varric's news that Solas is Fen'Harel?
Aveline: She sighs, heavily, running a hand over her forehead. “Maker’s breath. I thought Thedas was finally beginning to calm down… foolish, I know.” Her back straightens. “Well, if we all want to live, we better pitch in however we can. Give me updates on the Inquisitor’s progress. I’d say I would keep an eye out for even more suspicious activity, but that’s all there is in Kirkwall some days.”
Fenris: Of course Varric would meet none other than the Dread Wolf. Of course he would. Fenris’ blood boils as Varric tells him the whole story, and a creeping terror looms in his gut, his soul. Solas’ idea of bringing down the Veil is Fenris’ very worst nightmare. “He is a madman, a murderer, and a fool,” he snaps bitterly, “I hope the Inquisitor can find a way to stop him– let me know what they tell you about their progress. I will do everything in my power to help them stop him.”
Anders: He gets it, feeling burdened to do what they see as necessary for an ultimately better future, but his problem with Solas’ plan is that his madness will lead to no future at all, for the elvhen gods will ruin everything once freed. Varric scoffs at him as he says so, but Anders stands by his thoughts. He wishes the Inquisitor luck and wishes there was more he could do to help.
Sebastian: He’s shocked to find a letter from Varric– the dwarf hasn’t spoken to him or replied to any of his letters since he left Kirkwall. He knows things are bad if even Varric is writing to warn him about it. He’s hardly shocked at the truth of what the elvhen gods were, and pities the Inquisitor for such betrayal. He promptly sends a letter back to Varric, thanking him for the warning and promises to support the Inquisitor however he can. Above all, though, he writes that he will pray for them all. Varric declines to respond to his letter yet again.
Carver: He finds out from a letter when he’s up in Weisshaupt with his older sibling. “Because things couldn’t get worse, right?” he says bluntly, voice heavy with disgust. “I wish I could say I was shocked about this, but at this point… hey, brother/sister, send a letter back to Varric telling him to sign us up for whatever the Inquisitor’s doing to stop that rat bastard elf. They need a sword, they’ve got one.”
Bethany: Like Carver, she finds out from a letter Varric sends to her older sibling, and she heaves a great, despairing sigh. “Of course he knew the Dread Wolf that Merrill talked about. Can’t the world just calm down for a few years?” she asks aloud. “Brother/Sister? Tell Varric to tell the Inquisitor we’ll help if they need us.”
Isabela: “We’re fucked.” she utters dryly as she signals for another drink. “We’re so fucked.” She doesn’t know that they have much of a chance of stopping Solas, but when Aveline asks her if she’s going to lie down and accept it, Isabela scoffs. “I never said that. I think the chances that we’re up shit creek without a paddle is extremely high, but you don’t ever go down without a fight. Varric, tell the Inquisitor if they need a ship, I’m available for whatever.”
Merrill: She doesn’t want to believe any of what Varric’s just told her, but she knows Varric wouldn’t lie to her, not like this. The whole of the matter has sent her reeling, and she excuses herself to try to make heads or tails of the situation. Varric sits with her as she sobs, the truth unveiled.
“Fen’Harel,” she gasps as it all sets in, “oh, Varric, this is bad. This is very, very bad! God or not, he’s going to trick so many elves into following him. Oh, dear, this is terrible; he’s going to destroy everything in his madness! What are we going to do, Varric?” she asks in a whisper, shaking. “The Dread Wolf won’t ensnare me, but he will fool many others! Creat…” She stops, throat suddenly dry, and she sobs into her hands. “Do you know what’s going to happen, Varric? People are going to turn on us because they’ll think all of us are working with him!” Her eyes harden. “He’s doing that on purpose to make us work with him! Well, I won’t! Not now, not ever!”