"Cullen, he didn't even know that--" Her voice breaks, despite herself, because that was a memory that was hard to come back to. "--That he died." The sight of him laying there, on the ground, eyes wide and lifeless. And then a scream with her voice, that boiling rage in her veins.
The pain of the gunshots dulled in comparison.
"I promise you that I will do anything--anything--in my power to protect him, but the man who did it the first time will still be there, and others besides. I have...clearly shown that I'm unable to guarantee his safety." And she hisses it out, hostile because that's the only option besides crying. Which is the last thing that she's going to do in front of Cullen, in front of all these Capitolites.
"Andraste's tits--Sorry. He doesn't know that Nick's even a bad person, Cullen. What happens when he sees people ripping each other apart for a backpack?"
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The pain of the gunshots dulled in comparison.
"I promise you that I will do anything--anything--in my power to protect him, but the man who did it the first time will still be there, and others besides. I have...clearly shown that I'm unable to guarantee his safety." And she hisses it out, hostile because that's the only option besides crying. Which is the last thing that she's going to do in front of Cullen, in front of all these Capitolites.
"Andraste's tits--Sorry. He doesn't know that Nick's even a bad person, Cullen. What happens when he sees people ripping each other apart for a backpack?"