[He handles hunger better than most, an unfortunate reality of being a Grey Warden away from the Grey Wardens' larders, but he hasn't felt this weak since... well, since the last time they went this long without food. He doesn't remember how long it's been, exactly. The days feel like sand, blurred and streaming together. He's not sure he really cares, either.
He wonders if they'll die. If the templars just forgot they were here, or if they moved on to wherever it is they next needed to terrorize. That would be all right, he thinks. To starve here with Fenris—it would be a better end than Anders deserved.
He's sitting with his eyes closed. The only indication he hears at all is a quick, amused exhale, the closest he comes to a laugh.]
I don't think that was the only reason. Not unless you let Varric tell the story. [It's easy to pretend things were simpler then, even if there wasn't anything about Tallis any of them could call simple. Just another gaggle of angry nobles. Another memory of Hawke he hasn't yet tarnished.] There was the— dinner party. All those Orlesian nobles with their fancy hats. Maker. Why did we do that, again?
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Date: 2015-02-11 03:44 am (UTC)He wonders if they'll die. If the templars just forgot they were here, or if they moved on to wherever it is they next needed to terrorize. That would be all right, he thinks. To starve here with Fenris—it would be a better end than Anders deserved.
He's sitting with his eyes closed. The only indication he hears at all is a quick, amused exhale, the closest he comes to a laugh.]
I don't think that was the only reason. Not unless you let Varric tell the story. [It's easy to pretend things were simpler then, even if there wasn't anything about Tallis any of them could call simple. Just another gaggle of angry nobles. Another memory of Hawke he hasn't yet tarnished.] There was the— dinner party. All those Orlesian nobles with their fancy hats. Maker. Why did we do that, again?