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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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I'm no longer a part of the order. After Kirkwall [Does she even know what happened in that city? She must not, the way she's talking. Varric is too kind.], I left. The Chantry has no bearing on what I do.

[He could explain how he doubts Anders just suddenly became a terror, but he's tired enough after trying with Jove, and he really can't mentally handle getting into an argument with Stephanie, of all people. She thinks poorly enough of him already.

and the last time I saw you...

Cullen's been far from relaxed during this whole thing, but he visibly stiffens at that.]

As I said. He's in no danger. [For now. But Cullen will be keeping an eye on him.]

[howcanihelp]

[ Yeah, she shouldn't have brought that up, and she knows it. It's written all over her face, but she doesn't really know how to apologize for being protective of Anders without making it worse. ]

Yes. I'm-- That was inappropriate, I'm sorry. Of course you'll keep your word. I've gotten used to having to defend... a lot of the people I care about, against less moral people. It's hard to get out of the habit.

[serves]

Of course.

[There's nothing left for him to say.]