sola sola sola

En un minuto estoy en el infierno, al minuto siguiente, en el cielo. Me siento tan invencible, a veces vulnerable; en ocasiones no puedo con la vida, pero sé no que necesito a nadie más, porque nadie más me necesita.
Llorar no te hace débil y guardarte lo que sientes no te hace fuerte.

A wonderful anon sent through this song suggestion and I can’t believe how much it fits Solas! Plus I adore Les Miserables!

What Solas did, he did for the people he tirelessly fought for, not for selfish gain. He fought for the downtrodden and tried his best to make the world a better place and he inspired hope in them. He built them a sanctuary where they would feel welcome and safe. They looked at him and saw their future, a life of freedom. But his plan to bring them freedom didn’t work. It ended up causing their destruction instead of their salvation and this song perfectly sums up the unimaginable level of sheer pain, guilt and grief his poor soul must be enduring esp since he survived! He survived it and the people he loved and wanted to protect didn’t… The ghosts he sees when travelling Thedas must literally shred his heart. It’s easy to forget that he would have lost dear friends, maybe his family? What of his parents etc? I actually well up when listening to his…

“There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone

Here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow
never came

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now
The very words that they have sung
Became their last communion
On this lonely barricade, at dawn

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
And there’s a pain goes on and on

Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more
Oh my friends, my friends don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friend will sing no more…”

Originally posted by mezilandre

Ojalá sintieramos lo mismo por el otro, sería más sencillo así.
—  The Place of Whispers (Kariu)