"The very first thing?" Cullen huffs. Still trying to trip him, then. "Obviously that would have been years ago, it was..."
He trails off. There. What he was afraid of. A simple question. And yet-- A childhood memory. A memory. Of his early childhood. In Wonderland. The old days of... nothing, where he used to nothing and nothing, with nobody, all day long. Cullen swallows. Tries, desperately, to recall any memory of his years in this world, of recent years, or even months, even weeks, only-- Only nothing.
Grimacing he wants to complain about the incessant questioning, but the words don't come. Stubbornly he wants to make up a memory just to see the man go, but the words don't come. Pleadingly he wants to beg Alistair to just leave, but the words don't come. It's only his silence, draped over a nagging hole of doubt. He does not remember Ferelden, that is out of the question. But Wonderland, the place he is supposed to call his home... why can he recall so little that would make it so?
I let you have your experiment, just leave, and the words almost come. But worse, much worse, Cullen actually has an answer to give, only not the sort he wants to hear himself speak. He hangs his head low, voice quiet to match.
"A few days ago. I must have gone into the forest, I don't remember why. I spoke to the Fawn, but I... lost track of what we talked about. Afterwards I just left..."
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He trails off. There. What he was afraid of. A simple question. And yet-- A childhood memory. A memory. Of his early childhood. In Wonderland. The old days of... nothing, where he used to nothing and nothing, with nobody, all day long. Cullen swallows. Tries, desperately, to recall any memory of his years in this world, of recent years, or even months, even weeks, only-- Only nothing.
Grimacing he wants to complain about the incessant questioning, but the words don't come. Stubbornly he wants to make up a memory just to see the man go, but the words don't come. Pleadingly he wants to beg Alistair to just leave, but the words don't come. It's only his silence, draped over a nagging hole of doubt. He does not remember Ferelden, that is out of the question. But Wonderland, the place he is supposed to call his home... why can he recall so little that would make it so?
I let you have your experiment, just leave, and the words almost come. But worse, much worse, Cullen actually has an answer to give, only not the sort he wants to hear himself speak. He hangs his head low, voice quiet to match.
"A few days ago. I must have gone into the forest, I don't remember why. I spoke to the Fawn, but I... lost track of what we talked about. Afterwards I just left..."