#im almost at the dreaded cutscene and the idea of hawke having to deal with this just. smacked me. clear upside the head sdkfjksdf

[queenofbaws]

personally i’ve never spent too much time thinking about hawke-as-inquisitor worldstates just because i so adore the idea of hawke interacting with the inky, but as i sit here playing tonight, uhhhhhh i’ve come to realize how very, very, very much money i’d pay to see inquisitor hawke coping through the dawn will come.

there they stand. making the same face as the woman from that math meme. they do not know how to process any of what is happening. ‘ah damn,’ hawke thinks, watching the people of haven take a knee and shout a chantry hymn in their general direction, ‘it’s happening again. i’m having the dream. the weird one. this is what i get for eating so soon before bed i guess.’ this confusion slowly turns to burgeoning horror as they realize oh, oh no. oh no.

varric, meanwhile, is frozen in a quantum state where he can’t decide if he wants to laugh until his heart physically stops or if he’s going to puke out everything he’s ever eaten in his life out of sheer, spiraling terror for what he knows is about to come next, the inevitable fall that comes from a hero being lifted onto a pedestal like that. there’s nowhere to go but down, down, down, and hawke has never really gotten the hang of falling - only crashing.

cullen has his head between his knees and is trying desperately not to pass out. he is, however, openly weeping.