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-=Another evening and Hawke's outside in the cold. Once again, the stars are out and he's lighting a few candles to burn out in the snow. He steps back, watching quietly for a moment, murmuring a prayer in his own language before turning away. Past the candles are apples for the unicorns he hopes will show up later.=-
-=The PCD kicks in with some static as it blurs the picture of a wall and the speakers pop before one can hear an anguished roar.
There are painful words, all in a language that isn't being translated by the PCDs and finally the device stops rocking, showing Hawke by the corner, rocking on his heels with his back to the PCD. He's sobbing in fits, trying to control himself but failing.=-
There are painful words, all in a language that isn't being translated by the PCDs and finally the device stops rocking, showing Hawke by the corner, rocking on his heels with his back to the PCD. He's sobbing in fits, trying to control himself but failing.=-
-=Death. He can smell the blood in the air, even though he can't see it. His face is hard, much harsher than anyone has known here, and he remains still as he looks at the screen. He's still shirtless, his hair free flowing on some breeze.=-
This is enough.
-=It's unclear as to whom he's speaking to, but the black tip of his obsidian knife comes into view and makes one tiny mark under his eye. It looks like he's crying blood now, only that the blood just curls under his chin and continues the march down his throat instead of dripping carelessly.=-
A deal. I will make a deal if you stop this madness. This death-these dreams. One simple thing, and it will stop.
This is enough.
-=It's unclear as to whom he's speaking to, but the black tip of his obsidian knife comes into view and makes one tiny mark under his eye. It looks like he's crying blood now, only that the blood just curls under his chin and continues the march down his throat instead of dripping carelessly.=-
A deal. I will make a deal if you stop this madness. This death-these dreams. One simple thing, and it will stop.
