[When Cyril had arrived in this place, the first thing he had done was try to reach out to Dorian through his crystal. He keeps it on his person at all times, too paranoid that he might lose it or miss communication from his friend, and so it was with him when he arrived. It's with him now too, in fact, tucked safely away in a pocket or a pouch where others cannot see it or comment on it. During that first day, Atroma had broadcast his desperate attempt to reach out to one of his dearest friends to the entire Fleet and had left his emotions on display for all - making him feel frayed and toyed with.

If they ever managed to talk about his true feelings about Dorian, it would be interesting to see if he could manage to be as honest with her as she is being with him.

His face falls for her, as his own heart clenches with true empathy. When he speaks finally he seems like he's talking in hypotheticals, but in reality he's only telling her his own experiences.]

And, what if you weren't Inquisitor any longer? What if, say, a missing limb made you set aside the title. You could pass it on to the next or disband the organization entirely, but either way you'd be more free to do what you know in your heart is right.

You'd be able to dedicate your time to saving him.