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So much blood, it was odd knowing that the worst wasn’t spilled by her. Bodies and bodies just piled in heaps. All face down. Can’t tell one from the other. Judging by the hands most of them were relatively middle aged.
Varric clears his throat as he walks over to a smaller pile, “Hawke, that ring.”
Gamlen hadn’t sold everything, not just yet. It was hard to find, in the corner of a small chest, dirty and dusty, long forgotten.
Hawke tugged at the hand, “no, you can’t be.”
The body gave some resistance but when Varric pulled it slipped from the one covering it causing Hawke to fall and the body to land on her lap.
“Take it.”
“Why? You're Hawke.”
“You are too and I get too much credit.”
“So golden child can’t handle the-“
“I don’t want you to ever forget you're a Hawke, and I want everyone to know you are someone to respect.”
“Lets go.”
“But Hawke-“
“We have other things to attend to.”
“Why do you want to go back to Adamant? We have more than enough soldiers.”
“Carver was there, I need to take care of him.”
“Hello brother.”
No response.
“Hello sister.”
Still nothing.
“Mother?”
“Thank you, Sister.”