#bloodblighted

   ❛ --- i was like you, you know. sick as a dog when i first joined the wardens. i doubt stroud would’ve conscripted me otherwise. he sure didn’t seem pleased about it at the time, said becoming a warden was as much of a death sentence as the taint. ❜ ( he was right, of course, but carver remembers the corruption in his blood, how it burned and writhed like a dying thing of its own. anything seemed better than that. ) ❛ would you have chosen this life? if it’d been up to you, i mean. ❜

“How did you ... make it so long?” he asked tentatively.

“Whomst?” Hawke asked, taken aback. “OH yes, I’d trust her with my life. Isabela’s an old friend. She’s rather decent once you get past the whole almost-started-a-war-with-the-Qunari. And that one time she stole all my clothes in a game of Wicked Grace.”