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Who| Tabris and Cullen
What| Tabris needs to plan with Cullen what's going to happen in the arena, before they make plans with the rest of the Thedas people.
Where| Some coffee shop, because where else do you plan vital meetings.
When| Today???
Warnings/Notes| Probably discussion of violence, death, and a lot of people dying.

She's nervous. Tabris is not usually a nervous person, because that implies that she's been thinking over a decision, which as a whole is not common. She leaps in with both feet, and takes whatever might come. But this is different. Because she's dealing with someone that she respects, but has no power over. It's an odd situation, honestly. And she supposes that she really ought to be bringing in Adella and Maxwell. But messing with multiple Inquisitors is a mess, and Cullen is the Commander, and this is a battle situation. Right.

Ah, fuck.

She stares out at the street, at the people bustling around to whatever bullshit Capitolites possibly have to bustle to. She's an idiot. She's going to piss Cullen off, and be stuck with a man that doesn't even know who she is. At least she'll have Alistair. That thought calms her somewhat, and she closes her eyes, taking a sip of the stupid, overpriced frappucino that she's become fond of. Caramel, or something like that. God, she loved caffeine. It was addictive. Maybe she should discourage Cullen from trying it....

Anyway.

She would wait for him at the designated location, looking a little nervous about all of this, because words are hard and she really does want to get along with Cullen.

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Cullen almost had to snort faintly at that - as though Tabris herself didn't jump through topics of conversation like an excitable rabbit more often than not.

"There's very little one can tell a child to prepare them for something like this," he points out to her. "I'm sure you well know. I've already tried to caution him from trusting in strangers - he heard me, but I doubt he fully believed me. And as for the death, and the violence, well. Unfortunately, that only comes with experience."

He's not trying to shelter the boy, it's simply that there are no words for it.

Okay but at least she usually talked about the topic at hand, along with eight other topics besides.

He's right, but she frowns anyway, crossing her arms as she tried to think of a good counterpoint. After a moment, she just wrinkled her nose at him, like a child who'd had her brother teasing her.

"Yes. Well. If that's what you want to do." She said, which is as close to, 'yes you're right cullen' as she feels like getting at the moment. "We'll just make sure to get him after the cornucopia."

"It's not what I want," Cullen points out quietly. "What I want is to keep him - and all of us - from having to go into that death trap at all, but that's simply not in the cards. We can speak to him, of course, but nothing we say will ever prepare him for what he's going to witness."

"...I know." She said, finally, though she still looks surly over it, as though judging Cullen's gall to be right. "I don't want any of this either, but. I want to try to do what I can. Speaking with him...May help him later, once he sees what's going on. There's no guarantee that we'll be there when he realizes what's happening."

"I've tried telling him he needs to be careful who he trusts," Cullen said with a sigh. "I'm not sure he heard me. He's very convinced that he can trust anyone who seems kindly at face value. As any child should, in just about any other circumstances. But not these."