[Hawke only makes it to the outer ring before she collapses, retching up a foul combination of burning liquor and the funny purple water that restores her magic, before she collapses into a crouch. Resting her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. She tries to cool her face with an ice spell, only to struggle to control it so tendrils of ice creep from her feet and across the rocky wasteland.
She'd thought getting away would help. That she'd feel less trapped. But instead the dark sky and landscape just seem to crush around her like an impossible force. Is that what dying is like? It's dark and cold and crushing and there's nothing else anymore.
Hawke has been so close to death so often that it feels like a memory. Something that was in the past but she'd moved on from. There'd always been something stopping her. She couldn't die then, there was something more she needed to do. But she fails doesn't she? Kirkwall falls to war. Then what is there for her to do anymore?
Tony's voice comes in somewhere behind her left shoulder and cuts like a light in the fog. She raises her hands out of her hands to look at him and give him a baffled stare through her attempts to catch her breath.]
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She'd thought getting away would help. That she'd feel less trapped. But instead the dark sky and landscape just seem to crush around her like an impossible force. Is that what dying is like? It's dark and cold and crushing and there's nothing else anymore.
Hawke has been so close to death so often that it feels like a memory. Something that was in the past but she'd moved on from. There'd always been something stopping her. She couldn't die then, there was something more she needed to do. But she fails doesn't she? Kirkwall falls to war. Then what is there for her to do anymore?
Tony's voice comes in somewhere behind her left shoulder and cuts like a light in the fog. She raises her hands out of her hands to look at him and give him a baffled stare through her attempts to catch her breath.]
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