Once Zevran says it aloud, Cade realizes it's the answer he's looking for. He nods suddenly, looking at the elf as though this is a completely mind-blowing revelation.
"Like... parts of the Chant of Light," he supplies, "they tell us how to be virtuous, and... how to help one another, but not... just... everyday things." His eyes go distant with concentration as pieces begin to click together.
"...I've never not been in the Order. I don't know how to..." He is still a Templar in name only, but without the drills and the weapons practice and, of course, the combat; without people telling him when to eat and sleep and bathe, he has no context for his life.
"...do anything else," he concludes, pursing his lips and hunching his shoulders self-consciously.