[ Hawke doesn't verbally respond to Alistair, but she meets his eyes and gives him a little nod. Should something happen, she will knock Daylen out, tie him to something, and have Anders keep watch.
Or something. ]
[ okay, she has no more patience for this, and she's actually getting a little angry ] My mother was taken by a blood mage who had been murdering women for years in Kirkwall. A man I was pursuing, and should've been able to protect her from. And when he took her, I should've found her soon enough to save her, and I didn't. And I should've been faster to notice that my brother was dying of the blight in the deep roads, and I should've been the one protecting our mother from the damned ogre when my sister was killed. I failed them, and they died, and I have to live with the guilt that comes with it.
But their deaths will never be undone by me waltzing off into danger on my own, and my friends would never forgive me or themselves if I left them behind and got myself killed.
You are not the only person here who has failed people they cared about, Daylen, but I had the decency to think about the fact that I have friends and people who rely on me and never went off on some suicidal rampage because of it. The least you can do is stop being a complete prat about it and let us help.
[ deep breath, and then she smiles again, because that's what Marina Hawke does - she smiles and keeps going ]
Now, I am not giving up on your friend until we have absolute proof that there is no hope left for her, and we're wasting time standing here chatting about it like fishwives. Are you coming, Daylen?
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Or something. ]
[ okay, she has no more patience for this, and she's actually getting a little angry ] My mother was taken by a blood mage who had been murdering women for years in Kirkwall. A man I was pursuing, and should've been able to protect her from. And when he took her, I should've found her soon enough to save her, and I didn't. And I should've been faster to notice that my brother was dying of the blight in the deep roads, and I should've been the one protecting our mother from the damned ogre when my sister was killed. I failed them, and they died, and I have to live with the guilt that comes with it.
But their deaths will never be undone by me waltzing off into danger on my own, and my friends would never forgive me or themselves if I left them behind and got myself killed.
You are not the only person here who has failed people they cared about, Daylen, but I had the decency to think about the fact that I have friends and people who rely on me and never went off on some suicidal rampage because of it. The least you can do is stop being a complete prat about it and let us help.
[ deep breath, and then she smiles again, because that's what Marina Hawke does - she smiles and keeps going ]
Now, I am not giving up on your friend until we have absolute proof that there is no hope left for her, and we're wasting time standing here chatting about it like fishwives. Are you coming, Daylen?