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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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[Cullen does not like that idea. But he knows better than to tell her not to do it.]

... is that why you didn't want me to refer to you as Inquisitor?

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[dawnwillcome]

[Good job Cullen you're learning.]

That's right. It's been a nice change, not having to worry about ever little thing I say or do. Nothing can reflect badly on the Inquisition if it doesn't exist here.

[That does sound harsh though, and it does him and the dear friends she's made thanks to the Inquisition a disservice. Can't let that stand.]

I meant it when I said I was glad to see you, though. It helps me feel a little less homesick.

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I understand. [The title of Inquisitor is a heavy burden--for all she's suffered and fought for, if anything this... all of this, whatever it truly was, would be a break until they could return.

He laughs, a little, under his breath.]

It's good to see you, too. I'm... glad I'm not alone.

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[dawnwillcome]

You won't be as long as I have any say in it.