( the filter in his mind is gone, apparently, burned away by sour beers and bone-shattering pain. why would he bring up hawke now? why, why, why, why—
fenris' brands hurt, and anders can tell he hurts, somehow, so he lets go. his eyes are closed and his breathing his fitful, but he's still very much alive. )
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( the filter in his mind is gone, apparently, burned away by sour beers and bone-shattering pain. why would he bring up hawke now? why, why, why, why—
fenris' brands hurt, and anders can tell he hurts, somehow, so he lets go. his eyes are closed and his breathing his fitful, but he's still very much alive. )
Don't.
I'll owe you.
Hawke killed me.
Can't be alone.