For a moment, Cyril looks as if he's been hit but then he quickly covers it up with a passive, unreadable expression. To have his own deeds shot back at him as evidence that he wasn't himself. He too thought he might be able to save Solas. He too, had played the Game - though with a very different result.

Slowly, he reached over an undid the pins in his sleeve. Solas had cared enough to minimize the scarring, but the anchor's magic still lingered, would still eventually kill him. He thought that had to be proof.

"Did she also rush to you with a letter from your father? Did she go with you to meet his so called 'retainer' because if it was an ambush then we could just kill everyone and run. You said I was good at that. Did she listen to you explain that he tried blood magic to cure you of your desire for men?" he asked as he exposed the marking. "A desire I share and related to. He thought you and I were lovers, and you told him he wasn't allowed to make those assumptions about me."

And is he ever glad that he hadn't taken that leap, no matter how much his heart ached at the sight of Dorian. Having allowed himself to be that vulnerable and then to have this moment would have ruined him.

The scar was exposed now and he thought it had to be unmistakable.