Plants a kiss on @Elena_Trevelyan.

"You owe your life to this kind of thing, boy."

He was speechless. "Nevermind. Go to your room."

"My inner Templar is twitching."

"Lyrium addiction is a terrible burden I'm glad to be free of. But it was a necessary evil because the world needs Templars and their abilities. Magic is dangerous if left unchecked."

"And for nearly a thousand years before that, magic was used to oppress those who didn't have magic. At Kirkwall Orsino used his station to protect maleficar. Even Irving was blind to Uldred until demons were ransacking Kinloch Hold. How would no Templars help either case?"

"I expect peace. It's easily if not conveniently forgotten that the Circle surrendered itself to oversight because the alternative at the time would be more blood and intolerance than you are outraged about. Was that system perfect? No. That's why I'm not a Templar anymore."

"I would ask you the same of Kirkwall's Chantry but you got the change you wanted. Mages have their freedom. But the first time a radical element who could have been contained commits an atrocity, the blood will be on your hands."

//Apologies for absence. Work has been a pain.

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Cullen begins coughing and doubles over, clenching his chest. "Maker, it's the third time today. I hope I'm not falling ill."

Again, Cullen doubles over, clenching his chest overtaken by a wheezing cough that shudders his body. After one sharp push, he passes something and feels a moment of relief, only to be taken by fear at a dark, bloody mess in his hand. "Maker, no...."

He sighed. "I don't much like desk work but I'll never begrudge times of peace."

He poked @Elena_Trevelyan.