Cade could hear hushed voices behind him, but these were not unusual in a place of worship, so he thought nothing of them. He remained in his silent meditation, resting back on his knees with his hands folded in his lap, trying to find the courage to go back out and face the world again. The rules were all gone, nothing made sense-- even Cullen was trying to go off lyrium, was he mad?-- and amidst it all, with no purpose, Cade felt all the more like a cowardly waste of space. Only Andraste, only the Maker had the power to make him whole, and perhaps, when he deserved it, they would. In the meantime, their presence was the only thing he didn't fear.