Ghost Story

[Varric]

That's something at least. Still bullshit (brother, mother, sister). "And your father?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I... I don't remember. I don't think he was there?"

[Varric]

"Not there at all, or not there for this?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I-- I don't know. I'm sorry."

[Varric]

"Hey, don't feel bad; that was a lot you just remembered," Varric says supportively. "Heavy stuff too."

[Marian Hawke]

"I wrote down what I could remember -- I'll add the part about my family," she adds, "if I remember to. But.. I hate remembering it. I hate that it happened. I hate everything about it. Um, but my point was, my life was pretty unstable and hectic, and I'm not an adventurer."

[Varric]

"Maybe you could have been," Varric suggests with a shrug. 

[Marian Hawke]

"If I ever could have been, I fucked it up," she sighs. "I'm trapped, now."

[Varric]

Trapped. Trapped? Why is that so important. "Well, traps can be disabled," Varric says absently.

[Marian Hawke]

"Some days I'm sure I'll never leave this house. I'll die here and be buried here and rot away here."

[Varric]

Varric frowns, attention pulled from that nagging feeling back to Emma. "Doubt isn't unexpected. You've been through a lot. Just don't give up."

[Marian Hawke]

"Maybe," she suggests. "But I was terrified I'd never see you again and I still couldn't leave the house to go after you. I was ready to do anything, even... even what I did before, but I couldn't go outside to offer."

[Varric]

That doesn't... "I'm starting to think that maybe..." He trails off, shaking his head. "This aversion to leaving seems too strong to be just mental."

[Marian Hawke]

"Do you think, what, I've been magicked into staying here? Maybe the ghost laid a spell on me?"

[Varric]

"A curse probably," Varric nitpicks. "But yes, maybe. Ghost maybe. Could be your relatives. Could have just been something in the house, a cursed object. Curses can be funny things, muted to detection and the like."