[ That stings, more than it likely should. And Cullen can't help the frown he bears for it, even when their gazes meet. He certainly could argue that Neria certainly does have a place, that she is valued and he's certain everyone else feels the same. But would that be purely out of selfishness and bias? Cullen knows her better than those around them, even with their short time together those ten years ago. It is in a remaining infatuation he has tried to avoid even now, especially now when he had tried so hard to push those feelings down. ]

I can't force you to feel otherwise... That much I know.

[ Cullen's smile is forced, fragile. And it dies when he's asked about what plans he has. ]

I have none, I'm afraid.

I left The Order. I am an Ex-Templar with duties for a temporary situation until the chaos plaguing Thedas comes to an end. I will be relieved as the Commander to the Inquisition, though they may someday call upon me again, should war break out.

[ Such a fate saddens him. While he disagrees with The Order, what other purpose does he have after all of this? Will he merely train recruits in expectation for another war that may never happen? If they truly achieve peace? Cullen's grip on her hands loosen, though they don't outright let go. ]

[ He weakly laughs and shakes his head. ]

For fourteen years, I merely followed orders and went wherever I'd been sent. Being my own person sounds daunting as it is preposterous.

So I... Suppose I will take it a day at a time. Doing what? I couldn't be sure.

[ Of course, he wants a family. To settle down, but that seems as unlikely as his future purpose seems. ]