[The scene the camera turns on to is dingy, wooden-walled with packed earth floors gone muddy with oozing fluids of indeterminate origin. Marian, face set and grim, rises from where she'd been crouched by a mouldering skeleton in old, patched armour. A shadow shifts across the frame, cast by someone not quite visible at that angle. Marian wheels
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This is a memory? I'm so sorry...
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Don't. She's not - there has to be something we can do.
[Her expression as her attention returns to Leandra is closer to desperate than determined; those milky eyes leave little room for misinterpretation, but Hawke wouldn't be Hawke if she gave up.]
Don't move, Mother. We'll find a way to...
Shh. Don't fret, darling.
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Marian. True or no, this isn't happening. You must hear me.
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Mother, I'm sorry.
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Marian, I cannot know how painful this is for you, but you must not let it rule you. Remember our situation.
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But his words and Aveline's both chip at that certainty.]
What do you mean?
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