Maker, he wished he could lie well. Emmrich couldn't risk alerting Solas to the possibility of losing control if Solas still had it. The only thing to do was tell the truth but not the whole truth, and apologize with his whole heart later.

"After Weisshaupt, we as a team took care of unfinished business to get our heads on straight, but you didn't. You didn't seem to think you had something to settle. Now we know differently. We cannot risk going forward, you cannot risk going forward, with that hanging over your head. Not when we'll be facing Solas along with Elgar'nan."

Somehow he summoned up the strength to sit up, though oh, did his whole body hate him for it. Rook might say he'd lost weight, but Emmrich felt incredibly heavy.

"Please come with me, Rook. I believe it's important."