[His good arm grabbed onto him automatically, fingers catching onto parts of that absurd outfit he wears, and Anders isn't sure if he's just worried about falling over from the poisons in his bloodstream still or trying to hold onto Hawke in case this is simply a hallucination.
He's fairly certain it might be the second when Hawke finishes speaking.]
I must have fainted. This can't...
[Eyes closed, he presses his face into Hawke's clothing. He'd like to say it smells good, familiar, but it's mostly sweat and blood and dirt and Maker is he tired.]
I suppose if that's the last thing I hear, I wouldn't mind dying now.
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He's fairly certain it might be the second when Hawke finishes speaking.]
I must have fainted. This can't...
[Eyes closed, he presses his face into Hawke's clothing. He'd like to say it smells good, familiar, but it's mostly sweat and blood and dirt and Maker is he tired.]
I suppose if that's the last thing I hear, I wouldn't mind dying now.