"Darkspawn are so easy to fight. I mean--They're horrible, twisted, disgusting mockeries of life that taint everything in their path, but they're not complicated. You kill them. You keep killing them until they stop existing." Or you make alliances with ancient creatures that were not so different from Corypheus, learning how to unlock darkspawn intelligence so they no longer sought archdemons. But that tidbit was a nugget of information that she kept close to her heart. Not even Alistair knew what deals she had wrought.

She wants to point out to Cullen that his alliances should probably be a little more choosy than from the same world--Not even from the same world, but a similar one, with different people in different places. But was there really a point in that particular negativity? Not really. And maybe he's not misplaced in his optimism.

He does leave her hanging, but she puts her hand down, wiping it on the side of her pants. It was kinda covered in chocolate anyway.

"I want to believe that, Cullen." She replied, staring up into the sky. "It sounds like a nice thing." The truth, the ugly, bitter truth, was that it did matter what the Capitol did. Now that Alistair was in the picture, it absolutely mattered, because she would kill every one of them, personally, if it kept Alistair alive. If it kept him from the Capitol's tortures. She would drown the arena, the Tower, and the Capitol itself in a sea of blood if it saved him.

"So I will believe." She flashed a smile at Cullen, popping some more chocolate in her mouth. "I can do some of the things that I want. We're in this together."

He has Adella. He understands. She thought, offering him the bag again.