#jorciere

         ❝  Is everything alright, Eve ? You seem troubled.  ❞  When she had called him a few days ago, Phoenix had assumed she was just going to visit ( for it had been quite since time since they had last seen each other ). Though by the tremor in her hello and the melancholic expression she wore, his own inquiry was answered. The real question to ask was what was wrong ? 

                        ‘ you --- you must understand ! i’m not inclined to answer, uh ---                         those kinds of questions ! it might be completely different for you,                         but those questions are off limits for me. if you want though, you                         can ask me anything else you want to ! i’m here to help ! ‘

     ordinarily, the sound of approaching footsteps would mean the arrival of yet      another scout or soldier, which, in turn, meant that he’d more work to attend      to. truly, as commander of the inquisition’s forces,  and as a trusted advisor      to the inquisitor themselves, cullen had his work cut out for him.  one would      hardly hear him complain about it, however;    partially because he sees no      reason to, and partially because he’s buried too deep in paperwork and the      like to manage. in any case, his assumption (that being that the person now      entering his office was someone armed with more treatises to look over)  is      the reason for his reaction, or lack thereof:    he does not glance up from his      desk, from the work that occupies him. rather,  he gestures with a hand, and      utters naught but a single question.

          “ Are you lost? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone stand there so long and talk to the AVINA terminal.”