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Cade trailed along with her like a man on his way to the gallows, his gaze lowered and morose. He hesitated when they reached her tent, and it took him several moments to steel himself before he followed her command and made his way inside.

In his heyday as a templar, Cade had never displeased anyone enough to be spoken to so firmly. He had been a model soldier, at Knight-Commander Meredith's beck and call to the very end, and only after Kirkwall's sundering did everything fall apart. A once-guided if ruthless hand had been left to its own devices, and before long he lost count of the souls, just like Beleth, who fell to his sword on the trek through Ferelden. None of this was condoned by the Inquisition-- Knight-Commander Sauveterre had made that clear-- and since then, Cade had wondered why he had been allowed to live. He had come to the Inquisition seeking repentance, but could not repent what no one appeared to blame him for.
Meredith would have known what to do, but he had long since learned not to mention her name among those of the Inquisition.

Nerva was not his superior officer, and he knew she had no real authority over him. And yet, whether by her tone or her manner, he couldn't help but to defer to her. He stood inside the tent, facing her as though he were one of her own soldiers, shivering with adrenaline and misery.

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"Tell me what happened." Her voice is still hard, but the edge has dulled, slightly, now that he has fallen in step. She points to the bed roll and gestures for him to sit on it, though she stays standing - even if the top of the tent is brushing against her hair.

"Everything."

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Cade looked at the bed when she gestured to it, and immediately felt sick. He didn't move toward it, but hunched his shoulders as though expecting a blow or a tongue-lashing for his disobedience, but nonetheless began to attempt an explanation.

"...I was on watch," he said, and realized he had no idea how to proceed from there. He vaguely remembered the elf approaching him, but the rest was a blur of rage and violence. "...she... was talking to me," he stammered, and swallowed hard, "she... got too close?" That seemed right. "..and I.. attacked her." He squeezed his eyes closed, hanging his head in dismay. He knew this much to be true, at least, based on the elf cowering in the snow, and the sword he had given Nerva when his mind had cleared.
"..Alistair," he suddenly remembered, his voice breaking as he spoke the name, and he put a hand over his face. Alistair had been there, Alistair had stopped him. His childhood friend had watched him try to kill someone.

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She is still angry - horribly angry - but there's another twinge of something else that crosses her face. Pity, maybe. A glimpse of something broken that she was so close to becoming --

"She got too close and so you attacked her." She repeated it, incredulously. But she very, very glad that Alistair had appeared. "And if you weren't stopped? Would you have killed her?"

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Cade's hand was still over his face as he nodded miserably. This he knew to be true; he had killed people like this before. Apostates in Kirkwall and in Redcliffe, his own men when they had turned. He would go away for a while, and when he came back, he'd be covered in their blood. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, Beleth would be dead if Alistair hadn't intervened.

[keeperofmagi]

She watched him silently for a long moment.

"No sword." She said, finally. "You may carry a shield, but no blade of any kind. You are to stay in my sight at all times, until we arrive back in Skyhold, and then we will report this to Commander Cullen, and he will take whatever further disciplinary action he sees fit."

She was silent for a long time, her brow beginning to furrow.

"... You didn't want this to happen, did you."

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Cade nodded to her instructions, his fingers tightening over his face as he felt tears sting his eyes. How repulsive, he observed: if he lost his composure in front of a fellow soldier, his disgrace would be even deeper.

Nerva's question broke him out of his thoughts, and he gave yet another tortured shake of his head.

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She watched him a long time in silence. The pity was deep, but - disgust was there, too. Anger. She'd trusted him, to be able to hold himself back. She'd trusted him, and she shouldn't have.

"If you were a mage, I would suggest the Rite of Tranquillity." She said eventually. "I think you are starting to become a danger to yourself, Cade. Let alone the rest of the Inquisition."

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That got his attention. Tranquility as he'd known it had been a punishment for dissent, and only for mages. He finally removed his hand to look at Nerva, red-eyed and horrified, though in the back of his mind, a small part of him sighed with relief. He envied the Tranquil as much as he feared what the Rite stood for.

"I should... leave," he said tremulously, his breath hitching. He could just put down all his things, walk off into the wilderness, and disappear. He would die, certainly, from lyrium withdrawal if not exposure, but this way no one else would have to be responsible.

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"No." Her voice was firm in this, and her eyes sharp.

"No, Cade. You will not leave, and you will not run. You will face your crime. If you are truly repentant, I am sure the Commander will take that into account. Do not deepen your guilt by running."

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She was right, of course. He looked at her for a moment more, long enough to nod, then away again, removing one gauntlet to duck his head into his now-bare hand. He couldn't stand being stared at, let alone with such disgust, so he turned away enough to hide his face completely.

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She watched him for a long moment, and then sighed. She needed to go back - needed to check on Beleth, and with Alistair, but she was not about to leave Cade alone. So it could wait, until they were back at Skyhold.

"You'll camp with me," she continued finally. "We will fetch your things from your tent, and we will make for Skyhold." Not without notice, of course - a word to the camp organizer, and a letter sent ahead to Cullen should do the trick.

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Cade nodded, his back still turned. From here on it would be the anticipation that killed him, the knowledge of his impending and inescapable doom. And he would have to wait the better part of a week to receive it.
Needless to say, he wasn't going to be sleeping much.