[Of course it was his fault. It's the most logical answer. He can't blame her for being angry, for lashing out at him; it's far more merciful than he deserves, as it is. And there's nothing he can say or do now to fix it.
As Anders leans to prop his elbows on his knees and hide his face in his hands, Flop contorts himself between his trainer's leg and the arm of the chair. The steady rumble he starts up just barely grounds Anders in reality, where Hawke is dead because of him but still sitting across the room.]
I'm sorry. [He means it, even though it doesn't change anything.]
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As Anders leans to prop his elbows on his knees and hide his face in his hands, Flop contorts himself between his trainer's leg and the arm of the chair. The steady rumble he starts up just barely grounds Anders in reality, where Hawke is dead because of him but still sitting across the room.]
I'm sorry. [He means it, even though it doesn't change anything.]