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Video -- More of a Hawke, Really

[The video opens to what appears to be a rather ordinary man - dark hair, square jaw, and a smudge of something red over his nose. His face is too close to the screen, brow furrowed in concentration. It quickly melds into surprise, then disbelief - and maybe even a hint of amusement.]

And here I was, hoping I'd just landed in the Fade somehow.

[His tone is very light, and he sighs, pulling back from the phone enough that he inadvertently allows the camera to focus better on him.]

I'll have to admit to being at something of a loss. Attempts on my life usually don't come with instruction manuals. It's an interesting change, but I do prefer things a little more straightforward!

Oh. And if you are trying to kill me? I have to admit my head feels a little foggy and I appear to be unarmed, so it's probably a good time. We can talk about this whole thing, maybe get some drinks while you ramble on about your plan?

[There's a beat, Hawke looking around him, head tilted as if listening for an ambush. He shrugs.]

It was worth a try.

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Your -

[Hawke finds himself at a loss for some excuse, and lets out a heavier sigh.]

Nothing. It's just - Nothing. Are you sure I can't take it back? Or have a good night's sleep to come up with a better excuse? You can explain why I'd have daggers of all things, in the meantime.

[He's trying to sound chipper, really he is.]

My what?

[Hawke was dodging, and that never meant anything good.]

...of all things?

[His unease was only growing.]

[At this point, his wasn't the only unease growing.]

Your - fine, if you're going to make me say it he favors you took. We can go back to pretending it never happened, if that would make it easier for you.

Yes? I've never used knives. I wouldn't say not to a new staff, but if you get me knives I'm just going to embarrass the both of us. Honestly. You have to remember, it was about so high, made setting people on fire much easier? [He gestured helpfully to show the height. But this, of all things, was starting to scare him.]

Favors...from... [From him? From Hawke? How...but a more thunderous thought was quickly shoving its way into his mind and he took a few steps back from the other man.]

...no. That's...you are not a mage.

[He was starting to hate the madness of this place more and more.]

No one, remember?

[Hawke winced, unable to even make an attempt at hiding it.]

Well, I wish you'd told me sooner. I could have spent a lot less time hiding from the Templars.

[It was a weak attempt at humor, meant more to hide the ache in his chest than anything else. It comes close to cracking.]

Are you sure you haven't hit your head?

I remember a lie.

[Fenris' jaw sets in a hard line, and his tone hardens with it.]

Yes. Your father was a mage...and your sister.

[How was this possible?]

I've never claimed to you that I'm anything I'm not. We've been through this. After you'd hired me? Remember?

[Hawke was frowning now, concern leeching into his features.]

Yes, they were. And so am I. Would it help if I showed you?

I believe you. [Hawke had never deceived him. Ever.] I just...

[He shook his head.]

Understand. You are not a mage. You're a rogue, deadly with your daggers, deft with a lock. Subtle, invisible when you wish to be.

[He looks away.]

I don't understand how this is possible.

[In another time or place, Hawke might have laughed at that. He could almost hear his brother laughing at the idea that he was subtle alone. Now wasn't the time for that. Now it seemed, something was wrong with Fenris.]

...I don't either. Could it be this place effecting you, somehow? I'm still not sure how we even came to be here.

Nor am I.

[And he doesn't like this. Gaps in his memory have always been bad, and this was something glaring. Impossible.]

...perhaps? There are others who've been trapped here longer. Perhaps...this is common.

We can ask. I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this in no time.

[His tone was a little softer, serious. He didn't like this either. Almost out of instinct he starts forward, a hand outreached, but stops after a step. Holds himself back.]

Then we'll just have the rest of this to figure out.

[The voice was the same, that gentle comfort when the storm of his mind seemed too much, to be looking at too many thoughts at the same time, and yet...

He tenses when Hawke comes forward but he forces his muscles to relax, looking instead in the direction they'd been traveling.]

We should get off the road. It...the housing isn't far. The box should have included a key.

[Hawke didn't turn away, but neither did he stop moving.]

I have the key. You know, I can probably find it from here. If you'd be more comfortable. I'm not that terrible with maps.

[The offer hurt to make in it's own way, but he felt like he had to make it. It only sounded about half as reluctant as he felt.]

[Admittedly, Fenris had a lot of his own thinking to do, but there was the subtle pull of familiarity that kept him from agreeing.]

There's no need. I have a room there as well.

[Relief practically floated off of him, and Hawke let out a breath he didn't remember holding on purpose.]

Well then. As long as we're not going out of your way.

[Hawke started forward, in the direction that they had been walking. If he took the lead without knowing where he was going exactly, Fenris could question his sense of direction like always, and it would be a step back towards normal. Right?]

[it was almost natural, falling into step beside and a tad behind the other man, and Hawke's presence was a welcome comfort there, but the nagging truth, that this man wasn't the same...it was a darkness over his thoughts as they walked.

When they came to an intersection, though, he looked up, eyes moving from Hawke to the way ahead, which should actually be a turn to the left.]

Do you know where we're going, Hawke?

Not the faintest!

[Hawke admitted it almost happily, a beaming smile slid on despite his still present concern for his friend.]

Not that it's ever really stopped me before. [There weren't words really, for the amount of times he'd managed to get turned around in Kirkwall. It was only slightly embarrassing.] I'm open to suggestions.

[Fenris had asked the question as much to gauge how familiar this Hawke was to what he could only assume was his own as to simply has. A slight smirk touched his lips.]

No, it hasn't. [He makes a motion off to the left.] Left here, then four blocks.

Then I'll continue acting like I know where I'm going.

[He winked at Fenris, just a brief gesture that came almost as instinct, and started moving again in the direction that had been presented.]

Was there anything...extra, on your armor, when you arrived?

[The question was casual, and he hadn't meant to ask it, not just yet, but there it was.]

[And off they set again, like they always have, only it isn't the same...but it is. He has to keep reminding himself of that.]

No. [He looked down at his dress as he responded.] ...should there have been?

...perhaps.

[Hawke pauses after the answer, taking a breath before correcting himself.]

Yes. But it's a long story that can probably wait until we've got a better idea what's going on here.

Ah.

[He still didn't understand, but Hawke...still seemed to be Hawke, at least for the most part. If he had a mind to share, he would, but only in his time.]

As you wish. From what others have said, we have plenty of time.

Then I suppose we may as well settle in for a nice vacation.

[There was gratitude in his face, as he turned to glance back at Fenris. He probably would have told, if he'd been pressed. Just this once. He wasn't sure it would have been a good idea.]

I believe we're almost there?

[That would be all well and good if Fenris had any idea how to go about taking a vacation. At Hawke's question, the elf turned to look at him, his expression deadpan, though Hawke would probably recognize the joking in his eyes.]

I don't know. You're the one leading.

[Hawke caught that look, and grinned. It was a little funny, how things were both more and less complicated right now.]

What was I thinking?

[It had been a few blocks, he was sure. Presumably the housing for the newly kidnapped would be readily recognizable.]

I mean to say we're just about there.

[That wasn't it to his side now, was it? Probably not. If it was he could lead them around the block once. Delay the inevitable.]

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