[ It was hard to pinpoint Lad's emotion. Something had the man rattled and his words came flowing out of him as if rehearsed. Solas sets aside his sketchbook and pencil for now. It's with tentative care that he reaches to rest a hand on Lad's shoulder. ]

I am not one you can convince of that, [ he says, firm but in a more even tone. Was that what had bothered him? It was difficult to tell. ]

There may be others that have it worse, but that does not excuse the treatment of you or others that have it 'better.'