Alistair rests his forehead against Cullen's shoulder, exhaling quietly.
"I'm sorry," he whispers at last. "I wish you could walk away from it. Not -- because I want you to shirk your duty or anything of the sort; because I wish there was someone who knew enough about all this to step up and let you fall back. You've done so much. You thought you wouldn't have to keep doing this for much longer. Certainly nothing like this."
His mouth quirks, faintly.
"If I knew anything about the Qunari besides what Sten and Bull've told me, I'd step up for you myself."
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Alistair rests his forehead against Cullen's shoulder, exhaling quietly.
"I'm sorry," he whispers at last. "I wish you could walk away from it. Not -- because I want you to shirk your duty or anything of the sort; because I wish there was someone who knew enough about all this to step up and let you fall back. You've done so much. You thought you wouldn't have to keep doing this for much longer. Certainly nothing like this."
His mouth quirks, faintly.
"If I knew anything about the Qunari besides what Sten and Bull've told me, I'd step up for you myself."