"You were just--" He cuts off, shaking his head and folding his arms over his chest. "I don't know that I want to know what you feel is in need of your attention and time, but I'd hardly like to come back up to Skyhold tomorrow to hear you've made some declaration about what should be done with mages yet again. That's the worst sort of surprise."

He's picking at Cullen the way the man had been picking at the wall. It's satisfying. Everyone's anger about mages actually seeking freedom and equality, about any lives lost in this war, is focused on him. He's the easy target. And the man before him makes an equally easy target, so why not pass it on? It's not like any Templar will ever be held responsible for what they've done.