Lucky for Alistair that Wonderland isn't really dedicated to this whole 'make people think they belong here' trick or it would have given Cullen false memories to fill in the blanks. It's an oddly reassuring realisation. It has crossed his mind on the rare occasions he's thought about the strange differences in events so many of them remember, that maybe they've had their memories tampered with already. That maybe the reason they remember different people and different histories is because they've had those memories changed and there really is only one Ferelden with one way events play out.
But if Cullen has nothing, if he hasn't been given a life here in Wonderland to recall, then maybe he can finally dismiss that tiny niggling doubt instead just of pretending it doesn't exist.
More encouraging is the answer he gets, for all that the manner of its delivery tugs at him uncomfortably. However unsettled Cullen is by the admission it's only a temporary problem. This has to be fixable. Once the culprit is dead he'll go back to normal. Which is probably a good thing.
"The Fawn? As in a deer?" That's... something. Assuming this... talking deer. Is the culprit. Which. It's a talking deer. He's going to guess it's not just a harmless, possessed bystander. That's good. It's something physical. Something that can be fought. Cautiously, else he might end up wandering around claiming to belong here too, but still vulnerable.
Nodding determinedly to himself Alistair steps away from the table and turns towards the door. Almost immediately he turns back around and points at Cullen. "You should be careful. Don't- Just... try and stay out of trouble, alright?" He feels ridiculous saying it but if there could be trouble wandering around and the man doesn't remember a thing about his life he could be in danger. Although he had been managing for a few days by his own admittance. He should be fine a little longer.
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But if Cullen has nothing, if he hasn't been given a life here in Wonderland to recall, then maybe he can finally dismiss that tiny niggling doubt instead just of pretending it doesn't exist.
More encouraging is the answer he gets, for all that the manner of its delivery tugs at him uncomfortably. However unsettled Cullen is by the admission it's only a temporary problem. This has to be fixable. Once the culprit is dead he'll go back to normal. Which is probably a good thing.
"The Fawn? As in a deer?" That's... something. Assuming this... talking deer. Is the culprit. Which. It's a talking deer. He's going to guess it's not just a harmless, possessed bystander. That's good. It's something physical. Something that can be fought. Cautiously, else he might end up wandering around claiming to belong here too, but still vulnerable.
Nodding determinedly to himself Alistair steps away from the table and turns towards the door. Almost immediately he turns back around and points at Cullen. "You should be careful. Don't- Just... try and stay out of trouble, alright?" He feels ridiculous saying it but if there could be trouble wandering around and the man doesn't remember a thing about his life he could be in danger. Although he had been managing for a few days by his own admittance. He should be fine a little longer.