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[serves]

Who: Cullen Rutherford
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now.

[It's with some hesitance that Cullen even touches the console. He knows how it works (somehow), but he's not exactly comfortable with the concept of broadcasting. His lips are set in a thin, grim line for a few moments as he thinks of what to say.]

--Maker's breath, this is absurd.

[That just about sums up his thoughts right now.]

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[unconfines]

[There's a split second moment where he looks like he's been slapped. No one's yet given him the full story—it's all been bits and pieces of a life that doesn't seem like it belongs to him, distance and anger and people he doesn't know saying his name like they're disappointed to see him.

Have you ever been to Kirkwall?

He recovers, putting on something like a disdainful sneer, but the false levity in his tone is completely gone. He's panicking, now, and covering it with anger.]

I've never been to Kirkwall in my life. Shows how much you know. Is it a mage thing? Do we all just look the same to you?

[serves]

[Oh, how he wants to let Anders know in detail all the pain and suffering he'll cause. Jove, however, doesn't seem to appreciate Cullen's anger towards the mage--rationally, he can understand, but Maker how he wishes Hawke had put him down.

So, he reels it in. But he certainly isn't happy.]

I'm no longer a member of the order. I have no issue with mages.

[Just you, Anders.]

[unconfines]

[He scoffs, low and derisive and resigned.]

Right, because that's all it takes. You lay down your shiny breastplate and everything is hunky dory, is it? "Sorry about all those times we locked you up, let's put it all behind us, I think you count as people now, really!"

I'll believe that when I see it.

[The feed clicks off.]