maker, nothing surprises her anymore. months spent in the fade. fighting. running. at some point, hawke stopped believing her eyes. she'd gone through countless rifts only to find herself back where she started, or worse — caught within moments of her own past, forced to relive failure after failure. nothing in the fade could be trusted.
and so, when she steps from the burning gateway onto solid stone floors, hawke doesn't fully trust her surroundings. or the pale @lordae standing not far off. “ i've hit my quota for bullshit, so if you're a demon, you can drop the glamor already. ”













