[ The silence on her end is nothing short of horrified. In fact, she's speechless for several moments following what Cullen says, heart sinking. ]

No.

[ It's not said demurely; it is not said brokenly. That one word is hard and angry and piercingly cold. ]

No. No, she can't do that. It's not-- You made your choice, it's not her right to take it away from you. Taking lyrium will kill you!

[ If not physically, then mentally. The idea of Cullen wasting away, forgetting things, losing all of the pieces that are him until he's nothing but a devoted, blind husk of a man... She remembers some of the hunters in her clan poking fun, hoping that any Templars coming near their camp would be one of those too lyrium-addled to prove formidable. She feels sick at the thought now, realizing she might have once wished such a fate on someone she now calls one of her closest friends.

She's disgusted at who she used to be. ]

That's not fair, Cullen, and she has no right - no one has the right, not even me - to tell you what to do, to force you to take lyrium. You are at your best now, as you are, as you have been.

You deserved your second chance.