Alistair nods, a little, too overcome for a moment to say anything.
It's too much to articulate, anyway. And Cullen knows half of it already: the home he never found in the Chantry, then the place -- the belonging -- he had for a decade with the Wardens. How remarkable that felt, after nearly twenty years of...well. Everything. Not always bad, just.
Everything.
"You say that now," he mumbles at last, with halfhearted lightness.
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It's too much to articulate, anyway. And Cullen knows half of it already: the home he never found in the Chantry, then the place -- the belonging -- he had for a decade with the Wardens. How remarkable that felt, after nearly twenty years of...well. Everything. Not always bad, just.
Everything.
"You say that now," he mumbles at last, with halfhearted lightness.