[Hawke takes a step away from the Inquisitor and begins rubbing his forehead.]
None of this makes any kind of sense to me.
[He's in a place that's neither the Fade nor Thedas apparently with new gods that sound just as annoying as the ones they have to deal with at home.]
I miss the days when stabbing things solved nearly all of my problems. This new mess of troubles makes me not want to get up in the morning.
[Taking a deep breath, Hawke lowers his hand and gives her a serious look.]
Alright, before I take your word that any of this is true I have one question. Can you prove to me that you're actually the Inquisitor?
[No offense, but he remembers running into a spirit that disguised itself as the Divine Justina not long ago. Hawke just wants to make sure this isn't a repeat.]
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None of this makes any kind of sense to me.
[He's in a place that's neither the Fade nor Thedas apparently with new gods that sound just as annoying as the ones they have to deal with at home.]
I miss the days when stabbing things solved nearly all of my problems. This new mess of troubles makes me not want to get up in the morning.
[Taking a deep breath, Hawke lowers his hand and gives her a serious look.]
Alright, before I take your word that any of this is true I have one question. Can you prove to me that you're actually the Inquisitor?
[No offense, but he remembers running into a spirit that disguised itself as the Divine Justina not long ago. Hawke just wants to make sure this isn't a repeat.]