Every hero like that needs a group behind him, I'd wager. Or her. It's like that back home too. We've got the Hero of Ferelden with her band of misfits that took down an archdemon and ended a Blight, and there's the Inquisitor with his inner circle. Hell, even I have my group of idiots back home. Or, well, I did.
[He kicks a rock off to the side, Drools looking up from his sniffing the ground to stare at said rock with rapt attention until it settles a few yards away, then goes right back to sniffing.]
I mean, people have their own lives to live, and sometimes that means separating.
[That was the worst. His surviving friends, all uneasy about him for his decision to let Anders live. Aveline hadn't said anything about it, just telling them to keep safe and asking him if he was sure he knew what he was doing before he disappeared past Sundermount with Merrill and Varric. Carver had been far more verbal, looking at Anders like he was a Blight unto himself and trying to get Hawke to take an extra dagger or five 'just in case'. It would have been sweet if it wasn't in regards to the person he'd chosen to spend his life with. He'd taken one anyway, a small one for his boot; a fugitive can't be too careful.
Varric was uncharacteristically quiet for days. Wolfe thought he would have complained about the road, about the sun, about the dirt, about everything. He was as silent as Anders that first while, but they both loosened up after Hawke had spoken to Anders - finally, after being unable to for days. But it was an awkward sort of banter, any laughter short-lived and hollow. Too much baggage. Varric left them before they got too far north, saying he needed to get back to Kirkwall, needed to publish the finally finished 'Tale of the Champion' and all his contacts were there. If they were still alive, anyway. That was a particularly terrible blow to Hawke, who'd been relying on Varric as a sort of solid bosom companion who didn't push. He could just say whatever he wanted and Varric would nod and help to make the joke.
What was worse was Merrill went with him. She said the Alienage needed someone to look out for them, someone to make sure they wouldn't be taken advantage of as the city rebuilt. Wolfe had wished her well and told her to look after Varric, and he was glad they wouldn't be traveling back alone, but even with Anders still by his side, Wolfe hadn't felt that alone in a very long time.]
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[He kicks a rock off to the side, Drools looking up from his sniffing the ground to stare at said rock with rapt attention until it settles a few yards away, then goes right back to sniffing.]
I mean, people have their own lives to live, and sometimes that means separating.
[That was the worst. His surviving friends, all uneasy about him for his decision to let Anders live. Aveline hadn't said anything about it, just telling them to keep safe and asking him if he was sure he knew what he was doing before he disappeared past Sundermount with Merrill and Varric. Carver had been far more verbal, looking at Anders like he was a Blight unto himself and trying to get Hawke to take an extra dagger or five 'just in case'. It would have been sweet if it wasn't in regards to the person he'd chosen to spend his life with. He'd taken one anyway, a small one for his boot; a fugitive can't be too careful.
Varric was uncharacteristically quiet for days. Wolfe thought he would have complained about the road, about the sun, about the dirt, about everything. He was as silent as Anders that first while, but they both loosened up after Hawke had spoken to Anders - finally, after being unable to for days. But it was an awkward sort of banter, any laughter short-lived and hollow. Too much baggage. Varric left them before they got too far north, saying he needed to get back to Kirkwall, needed to publish the finally finished 'Tale of the Champion' and all his contacts were there. If they were still alive, anyway. That was a particularly terrible blow to Hawke, who'd been relying on Varric as a sort of solid bosom companion who didn't push. He could just say whatever he wanted and Varric would nod and help to make the joke.
What was worse was Merrill went with him. She said the Alienage needed someone to look out for them, someone to make sure they wouldn't be taken advantage of as the city rebuilt. Wolfe had wished her well and told her to look after Varric, and he was glad they wouldn't be traveling back alone, but even with Anders still by his side, Wolfe hadn't felt that alone in a very long time.]
It's just not the same in letters.