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Who: Anders ~~and the empty room~~, anyone else
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Tourist, if desired
When: Day after the shuffle

[It had hardly taken long to piece it together. He woke up alone, without the warmth of another person nearby. Opening his eyes revealed that the room was back to the size it had been before they'd merged their quarters and the bed really only had enough room for him and the three sleeping snow kittens.

It didn't matter that all of Wolfe's things were still littered around the room, what mattered was the absence of the man himself. He rarely left in the morning without telling Anders something.

He didn't even bother checking to see if he could send a message to Hawke once Anders spotted the ring he had offered Hawke nearly two weeks ago.

It took him a moment to gather himself, but, quietly, he did and checked the communicator just to make sure. How silly of him to even feel surprised or expect anything different.]

To those that knew him, Adalwolfe Hawke is no longer on the fleet.

It appears the same is true of Marian Hawke.

If anyone has any business left unsettled with either of them, please feel free to let me know and I will do my best to help.

[It hadn't taken long to find both missing when he tried to send a message to 'Hawke' and found no Hawkes listed in the fleet. He'd quickly followed up with checking some of the others as well, but it seemed most of everyone was still around. Mostly. Everyone from Kirkwall was gone except him.

He hesitated before adding:]

Fenris is gone as well.

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You...[For already being pale, it was remarkable how much color he could still lose.]

What?

[He moves towards her, torn between fear and anger.]

Riona it's been ten years!

[Before he actually gets to her, he stops and swipes a hand through his hair.]

Do any of the others know? Why didn't you say anything?

I know.

[She's painfully, horribly aware of this. Back home, she's running on borrowed time, willpower and hope. How long these things will carry her, she couldn't say.]

They know now. Back then... well, ten years still seemed like a lot of time. But it isn't, and they sped by. In the back of my mind, I always knew it would come down to this. Originally I was going to look for a cure on my own, but the others caught wind and insisted on coming with. I didn't want to drag anyone down, or potentially - likely - make them witness what will happen when the Calling comes for me, but that was an argument I wound up losing. As selfish as it is, I'm glad they're with me now.

[He's panicked, and this is what she wanted to avoid. There's nothing to be done about it here, so why worry him?]

[The edge of panic in his voice drops, but the fear stays and mixes with incredulity.]

Andraste's Ass, Riona Cousland. Are you daft? Every single one of us would walk into the Void itself if you were going there, whether you asked it of us or not. It would hurt, to search for a cure, only to watch you die of the taint anyway, I won't lie, but it would be worse knowing you'd gone off alone and even thinking maybe we could have helped you. [He sighs, more emotion in that one action than he felt comfortable displaying right now. Today's been such a wreck, he wouldn't be surprised if he was caught between tired and hysterical.]

You can't drag us down, you're the one that pulled us back up out of our sorry muck in the first place.

[Riona scrubs her hands over her face. Maker why did she have to open her mouth? Why could he read her so well?]

That doesn't mean I want to ask you to do that! I've put you all through enough in the months we were together. [Sure, she pulled them out of shitty situations, but that doesn't mean she had the right to drag them through hell and back again.] You all have your own hopes and goals, too.

[She sighs a little, bringing a hand to his cheek.] I appreciate it, Anders, I really do. But I've asked a lot out of all of you. And you've been through enough today. I didn't mean to dump more on you.

You say 'ask us' as though it's some great burden when it's not. Our hopes and goals changed, Riona. You made us look to new and better ones. You gave us the chance to have any.

[His hand came up to cover hers. His smile calm but a touch sad.] Think, love, where would we be if you hadn't found us? Dead, alone, face down in a gutter, lost...broken. You gave us everything and we wouldn't give anything less in return.

And for the love of Andraste, I welcome thinking about you and your silly misconception about how much we all love you than thinking about anything else today.

You're incorrigible, you know that? [Said with the utmost fondest exasperation. She knows she won't win this little debate. She hadn't won the one she waged with the others when she first announced she was leaving to the find the cure. It had just been to let them know, but by the end of it she found herself accompanied by her companions. Stubborn asses, the lot of them.] I love all of you dearly, and as selfish as it is, I'm glad I'm not alone. I just... this may mean watching me die. Loyal or not, that's a great deal to ask of your friends. It'd also mean that someone would... [Her breath hitches a little.] Someone would have to tell Alistair, too.

It's one of my charms.

[But he knows what she means..about all of it. Her breath hitches a little and his arm around her tightens just a bit.]

It won't turn out that way, I'm positive.

But, if it did, rest assured Nate would take care of it for you. [Gonna casually volunteer Nathaniel for 'bad news' duty, but he was the best equipped between being able to school his emotions a bit better and still have social graces, unlike...basically anyone else in their group.]

I do know what you mean, about asking your friends to watch you die...but is that not what we're doing to the men who love us too?

[Alistair had signed up for it himself, at least, though he doubted that commitment came with the thought 'and then I'll meet the love of my life and she can live a short life along with me! But it was still a risk and factor when he and Riona had gotten together. Maybe even, in part, a motivating factor; it wasn't like he was going to ask.]

You should have seen Hawke's face when he found out about the Calling. Or, really, it's probably best you didn't.

Maker, I hope you're right. I really do.

[It's so awful to consider the other possibility. But it haunts her all the same. Every time the future gets brought up, every time the taint or Calling is mentioned, it sits in the back of her mind. It lingers in her thoughts, always on the periphery, even in her happiest moments. That nagging, quiet, insidious voice reminding her that she lives on borrowed time.]

Yes, I always thought Nate would be the one to do it. Him or Oghren. Not that the dwarf's much of a diplomat, but he knows Alistair. [Would it be easier, coming from a friend? she hopes so.] I know they'll do it, if... when, likely, the time comes.

[She glances down at the floor, a touch guilty.] I know. Which is why I don't plan on making Alistair watch me actually die. I can't do that to him.

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