[ He's not certain if putting this upon her is appropriate, though he's sure that if there are constants in her timeline? There is a possibility he had quit lyrium from her perspective as well. The Advisors had known about it, he had warned those who mattered about his decision. But it was Cassandra that he had asked to keep watch on him, and she isn't here. ]
[ When Gloria had told him about a "package", it didn't take much to realize what it likely was. He had gone in a fit of rage in front of her, implied the decision he had made, and she knew enough to realize what it was that he had been deprived of. Knowing just the mere fact of Templars taking lyrium is enough. ]
[ But he had sincerely hoped he was wrong. He hoped so much that the package had been merely something to ward off the pain or help him sleep, something to take down his anxiety. But now. It was lyrium, or at least a very close alternative that functioned the same way. That's what the instructions said, and the tools to take it were just the same. Gloria placed a starving man in front of an endless banquet, but his hands are chained and his mouth is sewn shut. He can't-- He can't. ]
[ Cullen's first desperate action was to reach out to Josephine. She's the only one he can turn to here. Far be it for him to put anything upon Inquisitors he barely knows. Josephine is the only solid familiarity he has here, and he has no choice. No control. If he doesn't get someone else's input, or get someone to stop him, he will take it. His ties with the past that has plagued him will remain, and he will no longer be a man of his word. ]
[ When Josephine opens the door, she'll find Cullen standing in front of his dining table, hand at his mouth and staring at a box placed neatly in the center. It's closed, ribbon still on it but laying untied. His eyes look to her, and he gestures for her to come in. ]
Josephine.
[ He addresses and greets her only by name, the hand at his mouth slowly dragging down before his arm drops entirely. ]
I...
I trust you are aware of my previous decision back in Thedas. You do recall the favor I had asked of Cassandra, yes?
action;
[ When Gloria had told him about a "package", it didn't take much to realize what it likely was. He had gone in a fit of rage in front of her, implied the decision he had made, and she knew enough to realize what it was that he had been deprived of. Knowing just the mere fact of Templars taking lyrium is enough. ]
[ But he had sincerely hoped he was wrong. He hoped so much that the package had been merely something to ward off the pain or help him sleep, something to take down his anxiety. But now. It was lyrium, or at least a very close alternative that functioned the same way. That's what the instructions said, and the tools to take it were just the same. Gloria placed a starving man in front of an endless banquet, but his hands are chained and his mouth is sewn shut. He can't-- He can't. ]
[ Cullen's first desperate action was to reach out to Josephine. She's the only one he can turn to here. Far be it for him to put anything upon Inquisitors he barely knows. Josephine is the only solid familiarity he has here, and he has no choice. No control. If he doesn't get someone else's input, or get someone to stop him, he will take it. His ties with the past that has plagued him will remain, and he will no longer be a man of his word. ]
[ When Josephine opens the door, she'll find Cullen standing in front of his dining table, hand at his mouth and staring at a box placed neatly in the center. It's closed, ribbon still on it but laying untied. His eyes look to her, and he gestures for her to come in. ]
Josephine.
[ He addresses and greets her only by name, the hand at his mouth slowly dragging down before his arm drops entirely. ]
I...
I trust you are aware of my previous decision back in Thedas. You do recall the favor I had asked of Cassandra, yes?