[Some part of him wants to argue, wants to defend himself, but when it comes down to it, that part feels less real and more like a ghost. He doesn't want to think about what happened when they left Kirkwall, or what is happening now as a result; Hawke strikes that nerve with cold precision.
Somehow, he isn't so bothered by her latter statements. Of course, it hurts, enough that he can practically feel that knife, but on some level... He knows that at one point or another, he would have begged her to do it.
Things are different here, however. Much as he hates it, there is no longer anything he can do to fix things or help the mages of Kirkwall's Circle, and Hawke knows it just as well as he. Finally fallen silent, he trails after her and their Pokemon as long as she doesn't cast him away.]
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Somehow, he isn't so bothered by her latter statements. Of course, it hurts, enough that he can practically feel that knife, but on some level... He knows that at one point or another, he would have begged her to do it.
Things are different here, however. Much as he hates it, there is no longer anything he can do to fix things or help the mages of Kirkwall's Circle, and Hawke knows it just as well as he. Finally fallen silent, he trails after her and their Pokemon as long as she doesn't cast him away.]