If I have, it is perhaps that I am more in control than I was when I arrived. It may or may not last. It is probably more likely to if I am not in a cursed city surrounded by the signs of my oppression at all sides slowly closing in like a bloody noose around my neck.
He did say to me that he no longer wishes to be the Champion. And while it is a decision I can understand, that is the person I fell in love with. So maybe it is true, we are two different people now.
Change doesn't have to be large. You wouldn't have considered this before now, would you? I think a lot can be said about being in an environment that knows how to care for you rather than constantly being under someone's thumb. You deserve a chance to actually be cared for and flourish. Did he happen to say why? That seems like a big thing to give up.
A lot of pressure to live up to. Some people may feel that death is an escape, you're right. But it's also a responsibility he has to other people. To Kirkwall. Who's Varric?
His greatest friend, a writer. He wrote the book about him. About us. Our time in Kirkwall. It wasn't finished by the time I was executed, but I read it here.
[ HELP. honestly she wouldn't even think twice about this, she's so used to thinking of her boys as a solid unit also basically married to each other. ]
Was it everything you thought the story would be? I guess the question is if Hawke doesn't go back to be the Champion, what would happen?
It's an interesting book. It cannot decide if I am a doomed but romantic revolutionary that is destined to die for his cause or a lunatic abomination who has no control over himself anymore, but I suppose that is accurate to reality.
It's an odd feeling to be written about. Varric was my friend too. But he decided he was done with me, at the end.
Hawke has already been forced out of Kirkwall, and I imagine the world will keep turning. The war is raging during his time, though I am long dead. I do not think he has the power to save the world anymore. Or at least, the forces that threaten it are too large.
I guess the question is if you see yourself as either of those, none of those or both of those. But I also suppose that stories aren't always quite so accurate to life. Even if they're based on real events. I'm sorry to hear that though. ... when you put it that way it sounds a bit sad to think about. Even knowing this is the state of the world after you're gone. But I also don't think it's wrong to realize that perhaps things really have changed.
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If I have, it is perhaps that I am more in control than I was when I arrived. It may or may not last. It is probably more likely to if I am not in a cursed city surrounded by the signs of my oppression at all sides slowly closing in like a bloody noose around my neck.
He did say to me that he no longer wishes to be the Champion. And while it is a decision I can understand, that is the person I fell in love with. So maybe it is true, we are two different people now.
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I think a lot can be said about being in an environment that knows how to care for you rather than constantly being under someone's thumb.
You deserve a chance to actually be cared for and flourish.
Did he happen to say why? That seems like a big thing to give up.
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It is the kind of thing that wears a person down. And perhaps dying will allow him a chance to start over.
Still, I imagine Varric will be quite upset.
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Some people may feel that death is an escape, you're right.
But it's also a responsibility he has to other people.
To Kirkwall.
Who's Varric?
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[ THATS A JOKE. ]
His greatest friend, a writer. He wrote the book about him. About us. Our time in Kirkwall. It wasn't finished by the time I was executed, but I read it here.
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Was it everything you thought the story would be?
I guess the question is if Hawke doesn't go back to be the Champion, what would happen?
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It's an odd feeling to be written about. Varric was my friend too. But he decided he was done with me, at the end.
Hawke has already been forced out of Kirkwall, and I imagine the world will keep turning. The war is raging during his time, though I am long dead. I do not think he has the power to save the world anymore. Or at least, the forces that threaten it are too large.
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I'm sorry to hear that though.
... when you put it that way it sounds a bit sad to think about.
Even knowing this is the state of the world after you're gone.
But I also don't think it's wrong to realize that perhaps things really have changed.