No, I... It's just what happens here. [As far as he's been told, anyway. But Hawke doesn't seem to have any sort of familiar... Then again, she's never really been one for conformity, by his estimation.
He tries to swallow the lump forming in his dry throat, but his apprehension only continues to rise. Part of him wants to pick up his cat and sprint away as fast as he can, but in his fear, his legs feel too weak to lift him, much less carry him.
There are no words that come that could justify what he'd done when he last saw her. Not without Justice's influence on his mind. So he panics.
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He tries to swallow the lump forming in his dry throat, but his apprehension only continues to rise. Part of him wants to pick up his cat and sprint away as fast as he can, but in his fear, his legs feel too weak to lift him, much less carry him.
There are no words that come that could justify what he'd done when he last saw her. Not without Justice's influence on his mind. So he panics.
It isn't the first time he's lied to her face.]
Remember -- ? No. About what?