It would be easy to say when we were in love and attempt to throw their affection into the past. But she remembers his lips on her's as he took her arm, the way he told her than he wished their love could endure this, that he would never forget her. It's one wound after another to her heart, but Lavellan doesn't bend at each one -- she stands straight, walking side by side, as proud as he.

"I should hope that you have no more plans to lie to me," she says, waving her hand and purposefully missing the point. But she can't avoid it forever, and it's several seconds later that Lavellan speaks again. "Rest assured, Solas, I hadn't thought they would." That would be impossible. They were different people now than they were then, and yet the more she spends around him the more she remembers the depths of her feelings, how much she'd loved him. Still did.

This was to be her curse, then. To attempt to kill him, or be killed by him; Lavellan's no fool -- she knows how this will end.