[ Some part of him would like to shy away from it, but he isn't a coward. If it truly is a part of him now, it is his duty to learn to control it properly. Otherwise he might end up being a danger to others.

He listens with interest to Dorian, watching him and noting the little gestures that give added meaning to what he's saying. The visit hadn't been especially pleasant, he thinks, but doesn't pry. If Dorian wishes to tell him, he'll listen but he doesn't want to ruin a pleasant interlude by digging into unpleasant memories. ]

I understand. Perhaps it isn't quite the same, but the village of my birth was destroyed during the Blight. [ The Blight isn't a pleasant topic, but Cullen's voice remains light. Not upbeat, but not weighed down by sorrow or pain. ] I've visited since, and though it's been rebuilt, it isn't the same. It isn't home the way it was when I was a boy.

[ Reaching down, he pats Dorian on the knee. It isn't terribly helpful, he knows, but the sentiment behind it at least is genuine. ]

There is much strife in our world, but you do not face it alone. You have friends now, Dorian. You need only call on us and we will be there.