He shakes his head a little, and doesn't open his eyes. It's easier that way.

"It's the lyrium that's... troublesome. If I do too much -- "

Cullen's shoulders hunch a little.

"Before Adamant -- it was so bad that I... I asked Cassandra to find a replacement. And I nearly took the Inquisitor's head off -- threw my kit against the door right as she was walking in."



"It's -- I'm sorry, I shouldn't put this on you -- "

His fingers have threaded through his hair, pulling.