two.

[freewolfmoon]

[ voice ]

[He's only half awake when he makes the post, so his usually controlled and steady voice wavers a little as he speaks.]

Your assistance, Santa. A way home, the severed heads of certain mages who I'll name to you when asked, and some self-respect--not too much. For this, you'll have my services at your disposal.

[When he comes to his

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[riseto]

[ The first part is so obvious she just shakes her head. But the second-- Hawke wants to tell him self-respect is something you can only find yourself. She wants to tell him she respects him, despite their ideological disagreements, because of what he's overcome.

But he wouldn't appreciate it once he comes to his senses. ]

This "Santa" man sounds like a mage himself.

[freewolfmoon]

[ It's not until a while later, after he's properly slept and truly woken, that Fenris responds. He's hesitant, because he has a vague recollection of posting something about some Santa fellow, but that just doesn't make sense. ]

Yes. I would be a fool to trust him.

...Do you have any idea who he is?

[riseto]

Why does everyone always assume Hawke has the answer?

[ a beat as she actually thinks about it ]

Probably a local god of some sort is my guess.

[freewolfmoon]

I owe no allegiance to this mad city's gods. Why would I ask anything of him?

[What did he ask? ...oh, no.]

[riseto]

You seemed wishful enough earlier.

[freewolfmoon]

A curse.

[riseto]

I had a hunch.

[freewolfmoon]

It makes no difference. I should have been able to stop it.

[riseto]

You couldn't, you might as well try to stop the sun from rising. So you learn not to let it control how you feel afterwards. [ and how is that working for you, Hawke? ]