"The way matters were between us cannot return to how they were before when--" When they were in the Inquisition together. When he had let himself slip and fallen for her. Fighting her would be tearing into his heart, but it was necessary. The only end he saw for this was the death of one of them and with their contracts...

He doesn't bother finishing his sentence. Instead, he focuses on the sound of the snow as he walks softly and keeps his head held high. For all the sins that he held, he would not let himself be stopped so easily.