"I don't get it." Varric looked up to see Hawke still nursing the same beer she'd ordered when they came in.
"Don't get what, Chuckles?"
She shrugged. "I knew things were bad for mages, but I didn't realize what it was like."
Ah. Varric pulled his chair closer. "For Anders?"
"And Bethany, and my father, and everyone... two apostates in my family, and I didn't realize...!"
Varric sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. There's a certain... collective deafness to the plight of mages. We like things to be simple."
"But it's not."
"No." Varric smiled softly, taking her hand. "It's not."
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