"So am I." He's in there still, that terrified, awkward, well-meaning young man, buried under heavy sedimented layers of fear and exhaustion and duty. "If -- if your Wardens know anything about this red stuff -- please. If it did that to Mere-- the Knight-Commander," he corrects himself hastily, "I fear what it might do to the city. And we've... enough to be going on with."
Beat.
"You mean King Alistair?" Cullen blinks. "I -- only what can be spared. Please. Same goes for you. This city -- "
Poisons everything it touches, he doesn't say. Maker, he's so weary. And it's only beginning.
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"So am I." He's in there still, that terrified, awkward, well-meaning young man, buried under heavy sedimented layers of fear and exhaustion and duty. "If -- if your Wardens know anything about this red stuff -- please. If it did that to Mere-- the Knight-Commander," he corrects himself hastily, "I fear what it might do to the city. And we've... enough to be going on with."
Beat.
"You mean King Alistair?" Cullen blinks. "I -- only what can be spared. Please. Same goes for you. This city -- "
Poisons everything it touches, he doesn't say. Maker, he's so weary. And it's only beginning.