[ Cullen becomes stiff when she raises her voice, when he can see something in her ignite. But it is gone as quickly as it comes, and Cullen is left merely wearing his normally serious gaze. What she's done, this supposed secret that he knows she is hiding... It's daunting, horrifying. And there is a part of him that is afraid to ask... ]

[ But Cullen maintains his resolve, and one hand reaches for her face while the other remains holding one of hers. A man who is well-aware of self-deprecation can see it clear in her face. And it hurts, because he knows very intimately what is going on in her head. ]

The fact of the matter is we are at war. I have seen enough men and women who have made horrible mistakes make their lives within our cause. I will not pretend to not care about what you may have done, and what I know you are probably hiding.

[ Cullen's fingers drift from her jawline to her cheek, where his hand cups it gently and keeps her gaze with his. ]

You will accept the consequences as they come, as we all have. But if you have not been thrown out by now, this is your place. Take a stand for what you have done, make changes, and help us.

It is up to you what you make of the door the Inquisition has opened for you, Neria.