[Hawke's never been one for deep thinking. It's not that she's stupid, far from it, but she lives in cleverness and chaos, not contemplation and seriousness. She acts rather than thinks, and while that's led her to quite a disaster or two, and she knows in retrospect she should be better, she can't seem to find it in her to change really. Perhaps people are who they are.

She does grin again at Cassandra's eye roll like the little shit she is but her expression does soften at seeing Cassandra's apparent remorse. As always, a joke is quick to her tongue, but she stops it, tilts her head at the woman instead.]

I've been outrunning death a long while, Seeker. Someone like me doesn't live to old age.

[Nor would she want to. Old and decrepit and telling tales of her good days. Nah. Hawke wants to go out the way she lived, stupid and bold and for the greater good even if she pretends otherwise about the latter.]

It isn't what happened to me, by the way, a warden named Stroud died instead, he insisted since he felt responsible for the wardens. I wasn't terribly happy about leaving him either. But that does sound exactly like me. If nothing else, know that it's not the type of thing I'd regret.

[She's seeking redemption, of course, not that she'll admit to it. Perhaps that version of her felt it, at the end, closer to it. Blue eyes flicker with sudden concern.]

Varric ... shite. He must have taken it hard. [The two of them are two sides of the same coin, made for each other, closer than blood.]