The words spin dully in his head for a moment, before their meaning settles in. Cullen opens his eyes. Familiar features, didn't he think so? But the city that should narrow his options was chaos, and the face still brings him no memories. The arrow, on the other hand--
--flies past his head, and he thinks it was the statue whose blow he dodged, until the very same topples, knees slamming violently into the ground. Pulsing red lyrium gives the statues their unholy life, but its veins crack the metal as well. That is where they must seize their chance to strike. That is where an arrow protrudes from the bronze monster, crack turned to debilitating gap by the sheer precision of it. He remembers his surprise, because it could not have come from Varric's direction. He remembers risking a glance over his shoulder. He remembers...
He doesn't remember his name. Fleeting introductions after the battle, and too much to take up his focus in the aftermath. Too much to blur it, now. Grey Warden? He groans as he presses down on the wounds again, and mumbles some vague compliance with Nathaniel's order. --Nathaniel?
"...Nathaniel? At the battle, you- you were a fine shot."
Cullen laughs at that. Cullen... thinks he meant to laugh at that, but he can hear no such sound, so somewhere he must have forgotten to follow through.
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--flies past his head, and he thinks it was the statue whose blow he dodged, until the very same topples, knees slamming violently into the ground. Pulsing red lyrium gives the statues their unholy life, but its veins crack the metal as well. That is where they must seize their chance to strike. That is where an arrow protrudes from the bronze monster, crack turned to debilitating gap by the sheer precision of it. He remembers his surprise, because it could not have come from Varric's direction. He remembers risking a glance over his shoulder. He remembers...
He doesn't remember his name. Fleeting introductions after the battle, and too much to take up his focus in the aftermath. Too much to blur it, now. Grey Warden? He groans as he presses down on the wounds again, and mumbles some vague compliance with Nathaniel's order. --Nathaniel?
"...Nathaniel? At the battle, you- you were a fine shot."
Cullen laughs at that. Cullen... thinks he meant to laugh at that, but he can hear no such sound, so somewhere he must have forgotten to follow through.