[ Cassandra flushes pink, but she manages to retrain her expression, shaking her head adamantly. ]
I can. I mean. I'm not. Smiling.
[ Cassandra's seen her fair share of quirks among the Inquisition's members - the unlikely Inner Circle is only its beginning. True, she's still looking at Hawke with rose-colored glasses, a bit, but who could blame her, after Varric's descriptions and embellishments? ]
Is he? [ In her experience, Varric can hold a grudge like no one's business. But that's more than enough talk about the dwarf.
She furrows her brow, confused. ]
The Inquisitor...why would he not be the same?
[ Hawke may be dead in one universe and alive in another, but she's still Hawke. Cassandra is still herself. Why would the same not hold true for everyone? ]
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I can. I mean. I'm not. Smiling.
[ Cassandra's seen her fair share of quirks among the Inquisition's members - the unlikely Inner Circle is only its beginning. True, she's still looking at Hawke with rose-colored glasses, a bit, but who could blame her, after Varric's descriptions and embellishments? ]
Is he? [ In her experience, Varric can hold a grudge like no one's business. But that's more than enough talk about the dwarf.
She furrows her brow, confused. ]
The Inquisitor...why would he not be the same?
[ Hawke may be dead in one universe and alive in another, but she's still Hawke. Cassandra is still herself. Why would the same not hold true for everyone? ]