[ Maker, looking at him is painful. His eyes are bloodshot and he doesn't seem able to maintain focus on her for long. Neria tries her damnedest not to let so much of her concern bubble over, not even as he seems so entirely focused on getting to the bottle he has kicked away. Her hand remains in his, providing whatever comfort and support she can muster. But this... This is something she feared the moment he'd told her he had stopped taking lyrium. ]

You didn't make a mistake. Cullen, you're standing by your convictions.

[ Convictions she supports wholeheartedly. He's crumbling under an incredible weight, both on his conscience and his body, and she is helpless to really aid him. As much as she hates to admit it, this isn't something she can fix.

Her grip over his hand tightens. ]

It takes a very brave man to walk away from something corrupt, something that has destroyed his comrades. You are loyal to those who matter-- Your brethren, the people you support. You want something better for the Templars and the Chantry has proven to care little for you and yours. You're providing an example that there can be freedom from the Chantry, from the lyrium.

You do not need to remain loyal to the Chantry to be loyal to people. You haven't run away. You're taking a stand.

[ Her eyes follow his gaze to the vial in the corner. She bites down on her lip. ]

You can do this without lyrium. I have faith in you.