"Good." With a slight smile. "This is quite literally what we've been training for. What we've been working toward."
Cullen gets to his feet. "I trust in our soldiers, and I certainly trust the Inquisitor. We are capable of defeating Corypheus." The words are simple. Calm. "And I'm afraid I must take my leave of you both."
He glances at Alistair. "If you're not in the tower at the end of the day, I'll come find you here."
(This is Cullen in his public face; this is Cullen as the man he'd wanted to be when he left home at thirteen. This is not the Cullen who ends each day with a headache, more often than not, and is often tired to the point of despair by the time he climbs into bed.
When the adrenaline crash comes, it'll be spectacular.)
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Cullen gets to his feet. "I trust in our soldiers, and I certainly trust the Inquisitor. We are capable of defeating Corypheus." The words are simple. Calm. "And I'm afraid I must take my leave of you both."
He glances at Alistair. "If you're not in the tower at the end of the day, I'll come find you here."
(This is Cullen in his public face; this is Cullen as the man he'd wanted to be when he left home at thirteen. This is not the Cullen who ends each day with a headache, more often than not, and is often tired to the point of despair by the time he climbs into bed.
When the adrenaline crash comes, it'll be spectacular.)