Bethany,
If you’re reading this, then... I won’t have the chance to tell you all of what I want to your face. Maker, it’s been too long. Do you still blush when people cuss? Are you still... I should have written sooner, there’s much I want to ask, but little I’ll get answers to. I want to tell you that I’m proud of you -- that you’ve done the Hawke name right. That you are the Champion of our family -- more so than I have ever been. Mother, father, and Carver would be much the same. What she would have given to see her little girl grow up into a fine young woman. I couldn’t picture you grown up, when I think of you, you’re still my little sister. Punching my shoulder when I make bad jokes, or glaring at passing Templars. I’m sure you’d still do both of those... Some things never change. I like to think you haven’t. I -- have. Not for the better. It’s been a long few years, and I am not the brother you knew. That doesn’t matter now, I don’t want to ruin the winning image of me. I -- just want you to know that you may hear things, you may have heard things that don’t sit well with you. But know, everything I did, everything I’ve done. I was only doing my best. I need to apologize for not saving Carver... Mother... Myself perhaps. I’m just sorry, and I hope that you can forgive me for letting you down. For not being where I needed to be, when I needed to be there. Maker I was a horrible brother wasn’t I? Just... You’re the last of us, Bethany. Wear our name proud, do it justice. Years from now, when people hear Hawke, I want them to think of you, and your accomplishments, the good you’ve done. Stay well, eat your vegetables, sleep every night and don’t -- Great, I’ve turned into mother. Just, be strong. You don’t need to be told, but here I am. Telling you. Bethany, I love you. More than anything in the world. You are my blood, and despite the distance, I’ve always kept you close to my heart. P.S; Take care of Varric.
