"And yet with your aid, that conflict may well be put to rest. For a time."

His eyes followed scars, trying not to picture too vividly what might have caused them. It didn't help, of course. Conflict between templar and mage was something he was all too familiar with, more times over than he cared to count. Even now he could recall the Circle with perfectly clarity, or the chaos in the streets of Kirkwall.

Cullen shifted slightly on the bench, turning more towards the Inquisitor. "Any measure of peace bought is worth the fight. That's what I always thought, at least. You've done well."