No sooner did the words - that confirmed that they were actually in the Fade – leave Trev's mouth before she scrambled backwards, away from Cullen. She had a panicked look in her eyes and Cullen could feel his pulse quicken as he worried over what caused her reaction.

"I see it!" she exclaimed.

"See what? Trev, what are you..."

"The spirit or whatever the fuck it is! It's all around you, can't you see it?" Her voice was high-pitched and he tilted his head down to search for any signs of it. He could see a faint, blue outline around his arms, barely. It might as well have been the strange light from the Fade for all he knew. "Not really, Trev... Are you sure?"

"Yes, for Andraste's sake! I see it as clear as day! It's clutching you to it!" She took a deep breath and seemed to regain some of her composure and her eyes hardened with resolve. "This is good. It's why I brought you here, to end this once and for all. Nothing worked back there, you know that. I had to do this."

Cullen didn't know if she was trying to convince him or herself. "I understand, it's okay. We just need to get rid of this thing and then – Maker willing – find a way back. You... do know how to get us back, right?" Her expression was impossible to read as she was entirely fixated on something behind him that he couldn't even see. "What... what does it look like?" he asked.

"It's difficult to say, it keeps shifting around, but I can see its claws in you. Does it whisper to you now?"

He nodded. "It's very faint though, compared to what it was back home. I think it's weaker here."

Trev looked relieved but her eyebrow raised as some thought seemed to occur to her. "That's weird, though, isn't it? It should be even stronger here, if this is where it came from. I wish Dorian was here, maybe he would remember what happened when he healed you... But no matter. It's..." She was interrupted by a terrible shreiking noise. She flinched and covered her ears and so did Cullen. It was a horrible, piercing sound, and for the first time he could hear it outside of his own head.

When it quieted, Cullen looked up at Trev again and she looked like bloody murder was on her mind, her face hard and her mouth pulled into a snarl. He flinched as he thought it was directed at him before he noticed that she was once again staring at something behind him that he couldn't see.

"I will not let you keep him. Fucking spirit or demon or whatever. I'm so tired of this shit. Cullen, I need you to help me." She tossed him his sword and the weight of it in his hand again felt good. But he was worried his control could still be beyond him.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked her.

"Yes. You seem to be able to handle this here. And I need your help, I need to focus. I spent all my energy opening the rift to get here, my mark is pretty much useless unless I gather more fuel for it. I have to max it out completely if I'm to have any chance of tearing that thing away from you."

"So how do I help?"

A small smile played at her lips. "I need to kill stuff."

Cullen had doubted if something to kill even existed here. But after what felt like hours of hacking away at demons, spiders and Maker knows what else, he was proven quite wrong. They were running all over the place attracting attention to themselves to cover their blades in as much blood as possible.

Despite all the craziness that was going on around them, Cullen couldn't help but to admire how magnificent she was. She moved so fast with her blades that she was just a blur to his eyes. He'd never seen anyone kill things so quickly. Her outlandish blue-green eyes glowed with determination and her golden hair was like a shining beacon in the darkness, despite it being quite blood-spattered by now. He had to drag his attention away from her lest he let his guard down and accidentally let one of the creatures too close to him.

Finally, after they'd dispatched a group of particularly nasty rage demons, Trev slowed her movements and held her hand out in front of her as if to inspect it. She then closed her eyes and the air around her crackled as if thunder was in the air.

"This is enough, I'm ready now." She turned her eyes to Cullen and her expression softened. She walked up to him and took his hand. "I'm going to attempt to tear it off you. I can't promise it will go well, I... I hardly know what I'm doing here, but I'm desperate. I fear..." Her usual resolve seemed to falter a little as she cast her eyes down, not bearing to look him in the eye. "I fear if we don't resolve this now, we never will. And we can't return if we do not. We can't have you running around Skyhold trying to kill me all the time, can we?" She let out a small, humorless laugh and he felt his heart clench at her words, but he knew it was the truth. She reached up to him and caressed his cheek and he leaned into her, enjoying her touch like it was the last thing he'd ever feel.

Maybe it would be, at that.

"Isn't it dangerous, releasing that much energy while we're in the Fade itself? Who knows what it will do?" He had to ask, even though he wanted the tender moment between them to last forever.

"Honestly, Cullen, I don't care. I would tear down the heavens for you," she said, and he could see in her eyes that she meant it. He didn't know what was more frightening – that she put him before the well-being of the world or that he did the same with her. He realized in that moment that it was true. He would destroy everything if it meant saving her, Maker help him. He still loved his country, Thedas, the Inquisiton. But it was all second to her now.

She moved to kiss him but the spirit protested wildly by renewing it's assault on him. He fell to his knees as the breath was knocked out of him. He could feel its claws digging into his arms now and the shreiking was unbearable.

"Make it stop, please, Trev, just do it!" he yelled, worried that she might not hear him over the horrible sounds that thing was making.

But she nodded and her arm shot out. Everything crackled green and the shreiking intensified. It was all a blur of blue and green, those horrible noises and the most intense pain he'd ever felt. It was like someone had stabbed him with a thousand knives and slowly pulled them out of his torn flesh again. Suddenly, the shreiking quieted and all he could hear was the sound of his own screams.

When Cullen woke up, he was more than a little disoriented. Where was he? He tried to sit up and he scanned his surroundings. He was lying in a bed, a fireplace in front of it. He heard someone to his right squeal in delight.

"The Commander is awake! Fetch the Inquisitor immediately!"

He turned his head and met the eyes of some girl he didn't recognize who was apparently overjoyed to see him awake while someone he didn't see rushed out the door.

He felt confused. How...?

His thoughts were interrupted when several people barged into the room.

"Commander! It's about bloody time, shame on you for worrying the Inquisitor like that!" the man with the eccentric mage robes all but yelled at him.

"Oh, Maker, I'm so relieved!" The astoundingly beautiful woman who'd entered with the others threw her arms around his neck and showered his now very red cheeks with kisses.

He stilled her and pushed her away a little so that he could look at her. He searched her face for clues but shook his head. His heart fell a little when he saw her confused expression, but he didn't know why.

"Cullen?" she asked, her beautiful, melodious voice uncertain.

"I'm very sorry, miss, but I don't know who you are. Can someone please explain to me where I am?"

But he didn't get any explanations, only incredolous stares and finally – a pained whimpering noise from the woman before him.