PC | Claude

[nonmagicuser]

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week 1, hawke

[midway]

Friend.

[ I can't believe this. ]

How're you feeling now?

[nonmagicuser]

I could go for a beer, maybe.

[ he says, like he's not just hanging out on death row ]

[midway]

... Want me to get you one?

[nonmagicuser]

[ laughing ]

I'm going to get alcohol poisoning faster than Anders could stab me again.

[midway]

Lots of bottles, hm?

[nonmagicuser]

If I get drunk enough, perhaps my answer will change.

[midway]

To... my question about bottles?

[nonmagicuser]

[ chortles! gestures to the slowly growing collection of mugs and the likes behind him. he's a little tipsy by now, sorry claude ]

About what they wish to hear.

[midway]

And what do they wish to hear?

[nonmagicuser]

"Why'd you do it, Hawke?!" "What's gotten into you, Hawke?!" Maker. It's like no one has ever had the inkling to prove themselves stronger.

[midway]

Ah, I see.

Do you feel successful in that regard?

[nonmagicuser]

I won, didn't I?

[midway]

And now you're in a cell, so that strength didn't get you much further than that.

[nonmagicuser]

[ shrugs. eh! you win some, you lose some ]

I could still win tomorrow.

[midway]

Against Anders?

[nonmagicuser]

It wouldn't be the first time.

[midway]

[ OKAY ]

You want to?

[nonmagicuser]

[ snorts ]

If it's him? I wouldn't mind losing.



[ WE JUST WON'T TALK ABOUT TRAUMATIZING ANDERS AS THE RESULT ]

[midway]

And that's worth it, for you? Proving your strength against Adolphe, just to die a couple days later?

[nonmagicuser]

I could do without the dying yet again bit but the drama of it all does seem rather fitting, doesn't it?

[ is it apathy or pride that drives him to ruin? we just can't say ]