The two worlds are still disconnected, scrambling for a place in Cullen's awareness. He turns, and underneath his feet hears the crunch of glass which wasn't there before. He turns to his target, a step forward to follow-up his strike with-- nothing. Because there is nothing; not the fortress, not his men, nor their enemies. Not the demon. Only--
"...Anders?"
Anders, years in the wind, Sebastian Vael one of the few left who thinks the world doesn't have bigger problems than extracting vengeance on the mage, but what on earth is he doing-- Here. Wonderland. No, that's not right anymore. Anders, before he even set foot in Kirkwall. Different than the chance encounters at Hawke's side, no less obnoxious now than then.
But not the demon. Nor much of an enemy here.
And when all that is said and unraveled Cullen is stuck with the somber realisation that this moment seemed a great deal more rewarding in his imagination, than it does in its accidentally practice.
"Maker, I didn't see!"
Are you hurt, almost slips his tongue, but he doesn't need to ask to know what skill he used, and what effect it has on mages. Cullen flinches, stuck - he realises - between keeping a placating distance, and providing some form of assistance. Held back by the former only a moment he quickly offers- attempts to offer Anders a hand up.
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"...Anders?"
Anders, years in the wind, Sebastian Vael one of the few left who thinks the world doesn't have bigger problems than extracting vengeance on the mage, but what on earth is he doing-- Here. Wonderland. No, that's not right anymore. Anders, before he even set foot in Kirkwall. Different than the chance encounters at Hawke's side, no less obnoxious now than then.
But not the demon. Nor much of an enemy here.
And when all that is said and unraveled Cullen is stuck with the somber realisation that this moment seemed a great deal more rewarding in his imagination, than it does in its accidentally practice.
"Maker, I didn't see!"
Are you hurt, almost slips his tongue, but he doesn't need to ask to know what skill he used, and what effect it has on mages. Cullen flinches, stuck - he realises - between keeping a placating distance, and providing some form of assistance. Held back by the former only a moment he quickly offers- attempts to offer Anders a hand up.