This wasn't where she wanted to be.
Warren rubbed her eyes, which were sore and red from crying so often. She had been so scared for Blackwall that she'd gotten sick. Once she stopped eating, Leliana had immediately started searching the Warden's belongings.
Now, here she was. Bull, Dorian, and Sera were kind enough to let her see Blackwall on her own. She headed down the stairs, sweeping her medium-length blond hair back. The dungeon was... disgusting. Soaking wet, and with hardly any light. She moved to the back hallway, then paused, blinking several times.
"Blackwall," she greeted, framing her voice in a way that did not betray her pain.
"I told you." Blackwall's voice was gruff. "That isn't my name."
Warren paused, then took a deep breath. "Well, you've certainly got yourself in quite a predicament. I didn't realize that you were such a good liar."
He didn't respond to her teasing, so she cleared her throat and addressed him as if he was a stranger. "Well, then. What are our options?"
Blackwall turned to look at her, then shook his head. "You seem to have lost your manipulative touch, my lady."
Warren lost her composure almost immediately, and snarled audibly. "I'm doing the best I can! It isn't quite my fault that I've been losing sleep due to worry!"
"Isn't it?" he shot back. "I warned you. You could have stopped this the first time we kissed."
Warren felt her expression twist into one so full of pain, she was sure she hadn't made it before. She wiped at her eyes and swallowed hard, trying to gain back her dignity.
"All I do is for the good of the world," she said softly. "All I wanted was to be selfish for once. I had just fought demons and Grey Wardens and my own nightmares for hours before. When I got back, me and you... I couldn't have asked for anything better. I was.. happy. I don't get to be happy that often."
She felt more tears overwhelm her and bit down on her bottom lip. "But you ruined it. I was in love and you just... Why?"
He didn't respond, nor did he look at her. They stood in silence for a long while, listening to the drips of the water while Warren's tears dried. She hardened her heart the best she could, wiping her face.
"You will be judged at Skyhold."
Her third tone was the one used when giving orders, so unlike the teasing tone she reserved for her friends or the business-like voice meant for negotiations. She was commanding it, and it showed especially when she turned away from him and began to walk away.
"Dammit!" he hissed, grabbing the bars of the cage. "Don't you see?! I lied to my men! I killed someone for gold! Out of my greed, my men suffered, while I took on the role of noble Grey Warden! I should be hung for my crimes!"
Warren turned to look back at him, her face a blank mask. Her last words echoed long after she had disappeared up the steps and out of sight.
"Yes, but where would that leave us?"