Anders might pray for a miracle, but it wasn't likely to happen. Not today. Cullen's Mabari was too attuned to potential threats, and the fact that someone was acting oddly close to his master meant that there was enough of a bark to catch Cullen's attention. He glanced at Cal, then over at... Anders?
Really? Of all the people to find here in a strange place, it had to be Anders? His hand went automatically to his side to where his sword was, but he dropped it. To say he was conflicted was an understatement. The old Cullen would have no difficult in running forward and running his sword through Anders - Maker only knows the man deserved it. But as much as he remembered Kirkwall, and the mess that was left in the way of the explosion, he also knew he'd moved on from that phase of his life. He was married to a mage. He accepted the fact that any children he had might well be mages. One of his closest friends was now a Magister in Tevinter. He wasn't the same Cullen. He stared at Anders for a moment, Cal tense beside him and growling, ready for action.
Oh MAN. This is gonna go so badly
Really? Of all the people to find here in a strange place, it had to be Anders? His hand went automatically to his side to where his sword was, but he dropped it. To say he was conflicted was an understatement. The old Cullen would have no difficult in running forward and running his sword through Anders - Maker only knows the man deserved it. But as much as he remembered Kirkwall, and the mess that was left in the way of the explosion, he also knew he'd moved on from that phase of his life. He was married to a mage. He accepted the fact that any children he had might well be mages. One of his closest friends was now a Magister in Tevinter. He wasn't the same Cullen. He stared at Anders for a moment, Cal tense beside him and growling, ready for action.