Hawke walked into the Gallows, looking at it completely differently this time around. Not just because he was hungover either. The statues were always haunting, if he was being honest. But now… He’d been avoiding this all his life and his mother made a lot of sacrifices to keep him and Bethany from ever being in the Circle.Good thing it’s not forever.Right, sticking to that. Hawke cleared his throat, rolling his shoulders as he walked up to Cullen. “Hello, handsome,” he greeted with less volume and enthusiasm than normal. Maker, this afternoon sun was brutal. Almost made him wish he hadn’t slept through morning and his uncle’s griping about Andraste-knows-what. “Have I got news for you.”Cullen’s sigh had the same restorative effects, however, and Garrett managed a smile despite the headache pounding behind his temples. “Sirrah Hawke, I don’t have time right now for—””I’m an apostate.” He interrupted, his smile turning tired. Hopefully the Circle had light-blocking shades. Couldn’t be worse than Gamlen’s hovel. “A rogue mage, you know. Or I hope you did. I haven’t done a terrific job of hiding it, so—” Hawke held his arms out, nodding to Cullen. “Here I am, turning myself in for the safety of everyone. Well,” he corrected himself. “My family first.”Cullen’s moment of true, genuine surprise was definitely a plus to this whole plan. “Hawke, if you go through with this,” he began, keeping up a decent front. “I have to take you in. It’s my duty. You do understand that?””Yes, of course, Cullen.” Hawke shook his head, wincing at the movement and stopping. Really wished he hadn’t done that. “Why do you think I went to you? You’re one of the good ones.” And he stopped to consider it for a moment, though it was mostly true. “Except that one time you said mages aren’t people like you and me. I am still people, aren’t I?”A weighted silence sat between them for a moment, Hawke’s least favorite kind. Worse for the fact that Cullen was studying him closely and only Aveline had a gaze more piercing. Cullen reached out to Hawke, waving other Templars over to join him. With any luck, it would be with as much silence as they could manage in those metal suits. “You’re still people, Hawke. I respect what you’re doing here, for what it’s worth.”Hawke stifled a laugh. Oh, if only Cullen knew. Better that he didn’t. Amazing how that kept happening and it was only step one of the plan. “Worth plenty, Cullen.”And he followed the group of Templars into the Gallows. He’d have to write Mother straight away once he was inside or even their gates couldn’t stop her.