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Reports sprawl across the war table like a scattered battle plan. The fire in the hearth gutters, casting long, dancing shadows. Cullen stands motionless, the lamplight tracing the line of his scar and illuminating the faint, relentless shake in his fingers. He keeps his eyes lowered to the parchment, but his hand stills above the ink. "Was there another matter you wished to discuss, Inquisitor?" The question lingers, heavy with everything he will not say—the connection that binds you, which he fears to name aloud. He is terrified of the precipice that lies beyond this moment. What is your response?