Cade has never thought about it that way, or at least has never let it become that dark of a subject in his mind, despite common sense stating that it... really is. He hesitates in his work, staring into the crate. He still has to take lyrium, even though he's not a Templar anymore. The addiction remains, now with no purpose.

"....I don't know," he admits, more defeatedly than he intends, and drums his fingers on the edge of the crate a few times, made uncomfortable by the thought process. "Because it helps us fight mages." A pause. "...helped." His face falls.