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@lethabelas SAID: “ don’t beat yourself up over this . be kind to yourself , it’s not your fault . ” HURT / COMFORT ( 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. )

Slowly his head shakes, rubbing his face with hands that end in bony fingers covered in countless tiny cuts. When he takes them away they reveal a humourless smile. “ Please don’t say that. It’s hardly that I want to place too much importance on myself... “ Now he must laugh but it’s equally devoid of joy. “ To think that for the majority of my life I just wanted to be left alone... Then I placed a bomb in the chantry of Kirkwall and sent it all to the heavens. You are welcome to twist this as you wish but that was the start of that war. At least one of the many that’s going on at the moment. I know, Corypheus would have happened regardless, but I sure made it easier for him. The Conclave happened because of the mage rebellion. “

With a sharp breath he stands up, hands shaking. “ I didn’t want him to control me and yet... it still very much feels like I played into his hand. My hands are stained with the blood of countless more than those in Kirkwall. “

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THE INQUISITOR ENTERS AT A PRIVATE TIME. hawke stands over his wash basin, sponging down some much from his weary figure. luckily he was wearing his nightly trousers, not that he intended on sleeping.

❝ do the dalish not knock? ❞ calls he, standing to full, impressive height, cloth slapping into the bowl as he drops it. in the candlelight, the damage done to his body has nowhere to hide. the wrinkled, light skin of the arm the fire had mauled shimmers in it, & he glances at it as he wipes his hands dry. ❝ what bothers you to come to me so late? not here to brood at me, are you? people always seem to come to me to brood. ❞

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tensions thrums through her head, a stinging sort of headache that has not CEASED in years. not since before the conclave. hand passes over tired face and esyllt squints in the waning candlelight at the map before her. movement of agents of fen’harel in the dales; she will have to go out there, too, though she does little fighting these days. leave it to the soldiers. the door CREAKS on its hinges and she spins, quick on her feet despite the ringing in her ears - MAKER KNOWS who she can trust in skyhold, these days. “ - any word?”

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