Cullen clatters irritably into his office, and notes that his saddlebags are on his desk. Good.

He makes straight for the chaise, easing himself down with another sharp wince (and a little hissing through his teeth).

"Because ancient elven defenses at the temple," he says, voice strained, "cut down Corypheus. He was surrounded by Wardens at the time. And -- " He waves the report at Alistair. "They saw him... leap to, or out of, one of the Wardens. The man split in half, the magister emerged. Like he -- grew there."

He still has enough wherewithal to glare at Alistair. "And it wasn't you it happened to. I was right."