Emmrich was exceptionally poor at hiding anything about how he felt. He was not poor at reading through others' smiles when they masked something, however. Hawke was not completely pleased at the thought of meeting Manfred and having tea from him, but that could easily be marked up to cultural differences as well. In Nevarra, a skeleton or mummy wandering about was commonplace. That was true nowhere else.
Hawke's expression fell further. Emmrich wished he could help, but as Hawke spoke, it was clear the second thing needed to come up and it was the opposite of helpful. At least he could slightly soften the blow by absolving Hawke of any guilt.
"Corypheus is no longer the issue. I do not know why you would blame yourself for that particular mess, but he was defeated the same year you wound up in the Fade. I doubt you hold any responsibility at all for ancient elven gods rising up." Which frankly sounded ridiculous even now, and that was why he could not blame the First Warden for his reaction. "I don't know if you met Solas while you visited the Inquisition, but it turns out he was the god of lies, trickery, and betrayal. And... And when he betrayed Master Tethras, two other gods were accidentally set free from the prison he'd held them in."
The gods were important to know about, but they weren't where he had to focus now. Emmrich looked away, pressing his lips together briefly before shaking his head. It did have to be said. It was a true shame that the news couldn't be broken in a gentle way, when Hawke was safe.
"The red lyrium idol you found below Kirkwall found its way back into its maker's hands. Solas' hands. Somehow it was refined back to pure lyrium, and that is what he killed Varric Tethras with." Hawke didn't need the speculation that it was Varric's blood and death that really sent everything awry. He didn't need extraneous guesses, or tangents. "Where we emerge, should we emerge as I hope, we have a few of his belongings still as he created our team. Our fight. His jacket, his latest journal, and Bianca. I am sorry, Hawke, truly sorry."
Danced around it for as long as it was possible, but alas
Hawke's expression fell further. Emmrich wished he could help, but as Hawke spoke, it was clear the second thing needed to come up and it was the opposite of helpful. At least he could slightly soften the blow by absolving Hawke of any guilt.
"Corypheus is no longer the issue. I do not know why you would blame yourself for that particular mess, but he was defeated the same year you wound up in the Fade. I doubt you hold any responsibility at all for ancient elven gods rising up." Which frankly sounded ridiculous even now, and that was why he could not blame the First Warden for his reaction. "I don't know if you met Solas while you visited the Inquisition, but it turns out he was the god of lies, trickery, and betrayal. And... And when he betrayed Master Tethras, two other gods were accidentally set free from the prison he'd held them in."
The gods were important to know about, but they weren't where he had to focus now. Emmrich looked away, pressing his lips together briefly before shaking his head. It did have to be said. It was a true shame that the news couldn't be broken in a gentle way, when Hawke was safe.
"The red lyrium idol you found below Kirkwall found its way back into its maker's hands. Solas' hands. Somehow it was refined back to pure lyrium, and that is what he killed Varric Tethras with." Hawke didn't need the speculation that it was Varric's blood and death that really sent everything awry. He didn't need extraneous guesses, or tangents. "Where we emerge, should we emerge as I hope, we have a few of his belongings still as he created our team. Our fight. His jacket, his latest journal, and Bianca. I am sorry, Hawke, truly sorry."