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Who: Cullen
Broadcast: Fleet wide audio
Action: on the Huntress
When: Nowish

[This is the voice of a worried man that's trying to not sound as worried as he feels. The crease in his brow is almost audible.]

I understand that sometimes people fall into deep sleep here for no reason known to us. [Maker, he's praying that it's like what happened to Varric and not something to do with their new fleet addition.]

It seems to have happened to Elize. She's in good hands, but... I felt I should let people know, in case this isn't just happening to her alone.

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Is this the first time this happened to her?

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As far as I'm aware. But it has happened to others here.

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Nothing really [ a pause, he looks for the words ] they just sleep and wake up?

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Apparently. I've only known one person, personally, that it had happened to. He woke up perfectly fine. No rhyme or reason to it.

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Weird.

[ It seems pointless to think about it further. ]

Hope she's doin' okay. Are you the ship's medic?

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No. I do security. [He sighs.] No medicine or magic will help her. It's just a matter of waiting it out.

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Well, if you don't mind my sayin', hope it ain't a long wait.

[ She was nothing but eager and sweet, when Bucky met her. ]

James Barnes. It's nice to meet you.

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Thank you. I hope the same.

Cullen Rutherford. I wish it were under... better circumstances, as it were.

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Are you from the same world as Miss Elize?

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No. I met her when she arrived here. [He thinks about how long ago that was. Months, only. It feels like she's been under his care for years--in a good way.] There's no one else here from her world.

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[ He's silent for a moment. ]

The Atroma've got a real taste for bringing kids without anyone else, huh?

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[A small grunt of agreement.]

It's deplorable. And then to toy with them like this...

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Yeah, I've a feeling I know that little rant.

[ He huffs. ]

What did you do, back home?

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[He's not usually one for small talk, but now is the exception. It takes his mind off the what if's.]

I'm the commander of the Inquisition's army. Yourself?

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[ That actually sounds very ominous. ]

I'm in the army myself, [ he answers, easily enough. ] I go where I'm [ told ] needed.

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Such is a soldier's life. This place leaves us with too much free time, I've found.

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Well, too much of it feels twiddlin' thumbs, right?

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Precisely. I prefer it over the ridiculousness that happens here, but... [He's restless when not worrying over Elize.]

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So who do you usually fight?

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Depends on the day. Demons, dragons, renegade templars, furious mages, assassins, bandits...

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​​​​[ BRO ]

... What exactly does your Inquisitor do?

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Restore peace. It's a complicated job, more than that, but that's the basic idea.

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Well, at least you get to travel. We don't have mages where I'm from, just people with bigger sticks.

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Guns, you mean. [He assumes, anyway.]

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[ Wryly, ] Well, them too. Honestly I wish it was that simple.