Cullen sheathes the sword as soon as it is offered. The wound is sealed, but he is still keenly aware of how much it drained from him, not least of all because the clinic's floor bears crimson-smudged witness to it. He wonders if there is an easy opportunity to sit or support himself somewhere, and decides that there is not. He still stands, he can keep standing longer.
"Rather than that," Cullen repeats with a dull laugh. Anders' question has a simple, if not pleasant, answer, but it is Nathaniel's defence of the mage which draws him in. "You said you knew me. Kirkwall, yes? The battle at the Gallows? How many--" Minutes? Weeks? Years? "How much time has passed for you since? Not including Wonderland."
Because in the initial commotion few truly knew more than chaos, could not tell what had transpired or who had been responsible. But in the aftermath both catastrophe and culprit should have been revealed, especially to another Grey Warden...
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"Rather than that," Cullen repeats with a dull laugh. Anders' question has a simple, if not pleasant, answer, but it is Nathaniel's defence of the mage which draws him in. "You said you knew me. Kirkwall, yes? The battle at the Gallows? How many--" Minutes? Weeks? Years? "How much time has passed for you since? Not including Wonderland."
Because in the initial commotion few truly knew more than chaos, could not tell what had transpired or who had been responsible. But in the aftermath both catastrophe and culprit should have been revealed, especially to another Grey Warden...