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--ker's breath, what is--

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This goes on for a few minutes, until it finally stops and Hawke is peering down at her bracelet and then back up at the holographic screen with the most perplexed look on her face. It's pretty clear she hasn't noticed this thing can, and is, recording her, because she just keeps on making witty retorts to herself while jabbing her hand at parts of the screen.]

Figures something like this would've happened. I suppose I should be so lucky that I haven't bumped into another crazy mage so far. Or a dragon, there's always a dragon around. [Sighs.] Perhaps I should invite these gods over to tea, as well. This kind of decorating isn't as cuddly and inviting as I'd expect for honored guests.

[The video is suddenly pointed at her chest. And feet. And the floor. And the wall across her. And basically pretty much everywhere except her face for the next couple of seconds, before it is shoved up to her face where it will only be recording her nose, pretty much, as she proceeds to flick the bracelet and camera several times. I hope you enjoy the sound of tapping, until the feed is cut off, at least.]

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[ He already has an unsure feeling. ]

My name is Hawke.

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Hawke.

[Well. This is going to take her a second or two to process.]

My name is Hawke.

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I don't recall having another sister.

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And I don't recall having another brother.

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[ hideous silence ]

1/3.............????????

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[...]

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[aw...kward........]

3/3................................

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So before I go off to juggle giant rodents while I think about this--let me guess. You're the Champion of Kirkwall, and your sister is dead?

[aw............kward..................]

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Yes.

Des this mean that you're also the Champion of Kirkwall with a brother who joined the Templars?

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No. But I'm the Champion of Kirkwall with a very alive sister who became a Gray Warden.

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...Bethany is alive? For you, anyways.

[ This...makes him really happy. Even if he doesn't understand it. ]

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Yes...if you ask me, anyway. She seems pretty keen on the whole I'm already dead part.

[Might as well be honest about it, even if she does sound slightly upset touching that part of the subject.]

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...Should I ask what happened?

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I let her go on a blighted expedition I shouldn't have.

[...and that's all she's willing to admit.]

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...

[ Wow. So if he had brought Carver-

Ugh. ]

I'm sorry.

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It's not something anyone should need apologize for.

[Except herself. To her family. Possibly many times. But, that's another matter.]

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[ Sigh. ]

I'm still not sure how we are the same person.

Albeit different.

[ whoa hawke calm down with the great observations

same but different!! ]

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...Unless our parents have something they neglected to tell us, I'm going with the gods here having a very underdeveloped sense of humor.

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I don't know, Mother was scary enough to do anything.

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True. Perhaps one day we'll wake up to a letter from the great beyond that says, surprise. This is your third sibling from an alternate Kirkwall! They also happen to be you, but different!

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As long as you smile more than Carver.

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Anyone smiles more than Carver, poor little tit of a brother.

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Then I don't think that I would mind all that much.

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Then I'm glad we have come to understand ourselves.

[Now if only everyone else was this charmingly understanding.]

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It feels strangely normal to be talking to myself, and to have myself respond back.