Calm down, it was a petty joke. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. I just have enough trouble with people and all their wants and needs that if I worried over what, say, my blanket or my breakfast has to say I might go mad.

[He's not trying to sound flippant, as on the fence as he is about objects having feelings and dreams, but Varric treated Bianca like a trusted friend, and the carving he'd given Merrill to guard her shelves did exactly that as if it were more than wood, and his armor made new for him as the Champion but already laden with the expectations of a frightened people. People have an effect and he knows that on some level, but Hawkes first instinct is always to find out what people want or need and if he worries too hard over what objects need as well as people it becomes entirely too much. People are already too much on their own. He'd first just wanted to protect his family, then his family and friends, then all of Kirkwall, which had turned into all of Thedas. Where does it end?]

I know I don't know everything, nor can I fix everything, despite what most people seem to think apparently.