[ The silence on Ava's end is telling, and it is a horrified quiet, lapsing into uncertainty and pain on Hawke's behalf. It parallels herself and Jon too much. But poor Hawke. It's not right that it happened to him. She can hear the tone in his voice.
She's working on putting on her jeans as he speaks, then a shirt, and then she's grabbing her keys and pulling her hair back. ]
I just... I'm sorry, Hawke. I'm sorry that happened to you. You know none of that is your fault; you tried to help him. You did everything you could have done that was feasible. And...I don't think you would have gone any further if you had known, if it was really that bad.
[ She knows Hawke. She knows he's a good person. She knows that he did what he could to try to help to the best of his ability, would do anything and everything. If he had to stop, then whatever it was, it had to have been horrible. ]
I just... I thought, if anyone, it should be me. I'm dead, Hawke. I don't-- Back home, there's nothing for me. When I first decided to help Jon, it just felt like... I don't know.
[ Like it wouldn't matter if something happened to her. She's hardier than the average human and she's seen enough horrible shit that, really, is anyone going to cry over it? And knowing that she's on her own back home... It's just made all of that more obvious to her. It won't matter.
Well. It will here, she guesses. Hawke will care. Jon will care too. ]
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Date: 2019-08-28 11:27 pm (UTC)She's working on putting on her jeans as he speaks, then a shirt, and then she's grabbing her keys and pulling her hair back. ]
I just... I'm sorry, Hawke. I'm sorry that happened to you. You know none of that is your fault; you tried to help him. You did everything you could have done that was feasible. And...I don't think you would have gone any further if you had known, if it was really that bad.
[ She knows Hawke. She knows he's a good person. She knows that he did what he could to try to help to the best of his ability, would do anything and everything. If he had to stop, then whatever it was, it had to have been horrible. ]
I just... I thought, if anyone, it should be me. I'm dead, Hawke. I don't-- Back home, there's nothing for me. When I first decided to help Jon, it just felt like... I don't know.
[ Like it wouldn't matter if something happened to her. She's hardier than the average human and she's seen enough horrible shit that, really, is anyone going to cry over it? And knowing that she's on her own back home... It's just made all of that more obvious to her. It won't matter.
Well. It will here, she guesses. Hawke will care. Jon will care too. ]