"I think it makes quite the difference," Neria said, looking around the room. "You chose to walk away, after all." She often felt restless, and it was hard to settle. It was unsurprising. She had never really known peace or comfort. It was hard to feel at ease anywhere.
She didn't claim to know Cullen's motivations, now or years ago. And, with distance, she could even understand why he had said the things he'd said in the tower. Why he'd broken her heart so utterly. She was less able to understand why he had stayed so long with a group of people who reveled in the subjugation and oppression of others.
"I heard about what happened in Kirkwall," she said, not really wanting to show her hand. She wished she had the luxury of trusting people. There were those she did but they were few. Those she had stood shoulder to shoulder with in battle. Two of them were here, sharing one body. Hawke could perhaps become a third.
She wasn't sure where she stood on Cullen yet. It would depend on what he had to say.
"Was that the final push then?" she asked. "The thing that broke you from the Order?"