Impossible ones. Such as being recruited into the Grey Wardens, becoming the Hero of Ferelden, and feeding bread and cheese to ghosts from the past somewhere between worlds.

Cullen nods.

And says, quietly, "No one else will find you, now. I -- it cannot make up for what was done to you, I know that. But at the very least -- "

He trails off, shakes his head, looks away.

"I'm sorry." Much, much quieter. "I'll -- I don't want to trouble you. I'll go."