[ Cullen doesn't answer her, not right away. His hands do, taking to his face and covering them a moment as he turns away from the table, walking a distance from it. He sighs when he drops them, the signs of aching and exhaustion ever present on his features. ]

It's been months now. I could tell you right down to the second the last time I'd taken it.

[ Such is the desperation of an addict. But he doesn't go as far as telling her exactly how long it's been. ]

These... Thoughts. They only seem to get louder, stronger by the day and I see no light at the end of the tunnel.

My head, my body--

[ Cullen's voice raises, and he looks to Josephine, anger and disappointment... Worry clear in his gaze. ]

Everything hurts, Josephine. How am I to be useful to the Inquisition, never mind my usefulness here when danger could so easily be around the corner?

[ He pauses a moment, head lowered as he reaches up again to rub at his tired and aching eyes. ]

Cassandra isn't here to ground me. Far be it for me to reach out to two Inquisitors who I barely know. You're a sensible woman, smart and...

I trust you.

[ With a groan, Cullen points to the box containing a lyrium substitute. on the table, still shut. ]

Look.

A... Gift from Gloria.