Cullen lets his book fall on his lap and looks out the window for a moment.
He's spent a lot of nights beside this bed, and more in the Gallows, on his knees reciting the Chant, in hopes that the lingering nightmares will go away. Prayer's what he does when he can't sleep. When he's fool enough to beg mercy, even though he doesn't deserve it.
It's been a long time since he's felt what Alistair's describing. The closest he's come is the moment Cassandra told him that the Inquisition would set to rights everything that's gone wrong.
Perhaps it's wrong to let a Seeker carry his faith for him, since he can't. But there's no grand cleric, or revered mother, who can understand... everything, from the last ten years. But Cassandra Pentaghast lives by the sword, in service to Andraste and the Maker. And she tries to understand.
CJJ: I don't think we get peace. Not lasting peace. CJJ: Andraste didn't. CJJ: The Maker asks a lot of us in order for us to get those ten minutes. CJJ: Cassandra says the Inquisition will fix what's gone wrong. That's our duty. But it won't bring us that peace. CJJ: Which isn't to say that I disagree with you. CJJ: It's more that we can only achieve that under extraordinary circumstances, and most of us never get it at all.
Well. That's a downer, articulating all that. Realizing how much he believes it. How tired he is.
CJJ: On a related note: when will we be drinking ourselves into oblivion?
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He's spent a lot of nights beside this bed, and more in the Gallows, on his knees reciting the Chant, in hopes that the lingering nightmares will go away. Prayer's what he does when he can't sleep. When he's fool enough to beg mercy, even though he doesn't deserve it.
It's been a long time since he's felt what Alistair's describing. The closest he's come is the moment Cassandra told him that the Inquisition would set to rights everything that's gone wrong.
Perhaps it's wrong to let a Seeker carry his faith for him, since he can't. But there's no grand cleric, or revered mother, who can understand... everything, from the last ten years. But Cassandra Pentaghast lives by the sword, in service to Andraste and the Maker. And she tries to understand.
CJJ: I don't think we get peace. Not lasting peace.
CJJ: Andraste didn't.
CJJ: The Maker asks a lot of us in order for us to get those ten minutes.
CJJ: Cassandra says the Inquisition will fix what's gone wrong. That's our duty. But it won't bring us that peace.
CJJ: Which isn't to say that I disagree with you.
CJJ: It's more that we can only achieve that under extraordinary circumstances, and most of us never get it at all.
Well. That's a downer, articulating all that. Realizing how much he believes it. How tired he is.
CJJ: On a related note: when will we be drinking ourselves into oblivion?