In case you missed it, you can see Katwynne Trevelyan’s appearance here.
(Cullen + Trevelyan - A Touch)
Cullen was surprised when he found the Inquisitor sitting along the battlements. She was curled in on herself, her back against the stone wall, her face buried in her hands. Katwynne heard his approach, looking mortified as she glanced up, quickly wiping at her cheeks. “Is everything alright?” he asked. “Did something happen?”
She pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head. “It’s fine. Nothing happened. Nothing specific. It’s just…” She let out a frustrated huff, rubbing her hands over her face. “Maker, this is embarrassing. I’m sure it’s not exactly comforting for you to find the Herald of Andraste having an emotional breakdown.”
“I believe I’m more sympathetic to that than you’d expect,” he said quietly. She let out a slow, shaky breath as he leaned against the wall beside her. “Would it help to tell me what’s troubling you?”
“I doubt that.”
She studied his face for a moment before lowering her gaze, picking at her fingers. “Most days I can handle it. I don’t think about the responsibilities or the fact that everyone is depending on me to save the world. But sometimes I can’t help but question why Andraste chose me when my life has been nothing but chaos for the past year. I feel like I just can’t get my footing. Nothing is stable anymore and I feel like I’m being pushed along, you know? Just moving from one tragedy to the next and I can’t help feeling like this time isn’t going to be any different.” She paused, shaking her head, crossing her arms against her chest. “That probably sounds horrible, doesn’t it?”
“Not at all,” he said.
“Do you know why I left Ostwick? Why I was even at the Conclave?” Her brow furrowed, eyes wet as he shook his head. “Our Circle fell because the Templars attacked us. Some of us wanted to leave. We said the Circles had been dissolved, that they had no right to keep us there. We weren’t being violent but we didn’t exactly go willingly when they tried to lock us all in our rooms. Tensions escalated. Things got out of hand. Knight-Commander Walton ordered his men to stop us by any means necessary.” Cullen said nothing, watching as she pursed her lips, obviously struggling to maintain her composure. “Some of them refused, but most of them… How do you follow an order like that? People you’ve been living alongside for years and then suddenly you cut them down like it’s nothing?”
Cullen lowered his gaze. He knew precisely what that took. As a younger man, he would have followed that order without question. He would not have enjoyed it but he would have seen it as justified to kill her and her kind if they were trying to escape. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean you, Cullen.” She let out a slow sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. It’s just that… Maker, I can’t even look in the mirror without thinking about that night.”
“Is that how you got your scars?”