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i think i need a new heart.
[ every now and then, when josephine is writing letters to diplomats for various favors and leliana is in the rookery with her birds, cullen has a moment alone in the war room to review their incumbent strategies. he appreciates the chance to monitor the positions of their troops. although a commander is meant to remain distant from his soldiers, cullen is already in the unfortunate position of knowing far too much about his men.
he worries for them. he knows which ones of them will have families waiting for them back home, and which don't. it doesn't really make a difference to cullen. they all matter.
he's lost in thought, bent over the war table as he observes the miniature figurines, each of them representative of a battalion. halfheartedly, he shifts one from the fallow mire, one toward the hissing wastes.
he has to believe that it's making a difference. both the inquisition and his part in it. but sometimes he doesn't know. ]
he worries for them. he knows which ones of them will have families waiting for them back home, and which don't. it doesn't really make a difference to cullen. they all matter.
he's lost in thought, bent over the war table as he observes the miniature figurines, each of them representative of a battalion. halfheartedly, he shifts one from the fallow mire, one toward the hissing wastes.
he has to believe that it's making a difference. both the inquisition and his part in it. but sometimes he doesn't know. ]