Alistair can't follow Cullen's train of thought at first. He listens -- that's all he can do right now: listen -- but then it clicks, and his eyes widen.

"You mean the -- ?" (He can't remember what it's called. Valla-something. The elegant tattoos all the Dalish wear.) "Oh, Maker."

(The tattoos they wear with such pride. The way they set themselves apart; honor their ancestors; touch a history they lost ages ago.

And it's all a lie too.)