The Reign of Lawrence Hawke

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World State:
☫ Hawke has an Aggressive, bordering on cruel personality
☫ Warrior with a templar specialization
☫ Sided with the Templars and became Viscount
☫ Both siblings dead, killed Bethany during Mage Purge
☫ Anders (Rival) Romanced, spared
☫ Fenris (Friendship) given to Danarius
☫ Isabela (Friendship) came back with the Tome, given to Arishok
☫ Merril (Rival) Clan Sabrae killed, Mirror destroyed
☫ Aveline (Rival) did not remarry
☫ Varric (Rival), Bartrand 'healed' and then killed

☫ Took nearly every cruel or self-serving option
☫ Feynriel made tranquil
☫ Made a deal with the Rock Wraith demon in the deep roads
☫ Killed or turned over every apostate
☫ Blackmailed Thrask
☫ Killed Javris Tintop
☫ Sided with Patrice, held anti-Qunari Sentiments
☫ Turned Zevran over to the Crows
☫ Told Varric to keep the Red Lyrium Piece

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His ire fans uselessly with the events listed so casually like they're given and obvious and not cruel turns of fate to him and he man he loves, thrown their way by a life too uncaring to either of them. Yet they were facts to this man, points in history meant to establish and guide Anders' understanding. As foreign as it seemed coming from him, it worked...until things turned on their head and left Anders feeling more and more hollowed for each word.

It wasn't meeting other Hawkes or their other...friends...that went along the same route of vague disbelief as this man also being a Hawke. Somehow, that part seemed impossible and yet easier to swallow than the last part. The part about Orlais and Circles rebelling and this Hawke is a mage? Did that...did that mean he'd helped the mages even when his Anders had fallen to his weakness and hurt so many?

Even considering it for just a moment caused a flicker of blue-white across his brow he hadn't felt stir in some time, self-satisfied as the demon in him had been in it's assumption that spark would do anything at all. There'd been some stir in the White Spire recently, but to what end it was too early and vague to tell, but full-on uprising in the Circles?

He thought 'good' and felt pride and vindication and knew it wasn't his at all. Damn this man for stirring Vengeance with his lies.

And what if they aren't lies?

Anders rubbed his forehead, the lines fading and leaving a viscous pulse of migraine behind as he turned away from...Ha- Adalwolfe.

"There is no rebellion. If the Circles try to rise up, they will be slaughtered. It's foolish and wrong to wish for it. The Chantry won't allow it to happen." He didn't know who he was trying to convince of the three presences in this cavern, but he said it with heavily resigned conviction. "The circle here is nearly non-existent, the Templars did as they were meant to and ensured it was purged. The White Spire is gripped in a tight metal fist and Kinloch sits isolated on a lake where many will either fall to a blade or drown attempting to swim the lake to a freedom that doesn't exist. I hope you know a way back, Serah, because if all you've said is true, then you won't know the home you've come back to."

His mind was pulsing, buzzing, cloudy with thought and wonder that he was desperately trying not to let get too far, and above it all, he felt the righteous anger and affront fall away in him, leaving him cold and confused and vaguely wishing he'd wake up from whatever nightmare this was.