"Hey," Solas murmured, as he reached out, only to make sure that Pan was still there, still in the dungeon core crystal with him. "Why? Why help me now? I am finally out of the picture. You could have gotten rid of me. You could have been happy with Brandon and Doran. They… would have given you the world."
The light that was Pan's soul flickered. Oh, it was hard, trying to use the life force of a single man to make sure that Solas' soul was masked, but Pan was managing.
Somehow.
"Pan?"
The light flickered again. No answer came.
Solas looked around him. It was dark. Dark like his rotten soul, dark like the way he had come to this world.
Dark…
The only light before him was growing smaller and smaller.
Pan was going to fade away. He was going to die. There was no way that the man could survive in a crystal for long.
He was a made dungeon core, not a born one.
