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Started by GamesMaster, Aug 10, 2020, 02:09 pm

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Marian Hawke

"My... My father left me," she says quietly. "Because I'm weak, and he didn't want to be my weakness. He wanted me to get stronger in his absence but I didn't. I fell apart, and it was so hard on everyone, Aveline had to take a ton of time off to take care of me, and Zevran and Merrill were fighting over something that happened due to one of my misadventures, and it just... I wasn't strong enough to hold everyone together without my Papa."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

NPCs

Vosang gives her a moment, though it's hard to tell how much is compassion and how much is simply not wanting to have to wade through her emotion-soaked words. "Was this the cause of your drinking and if so, how does it coincide with the time of his departure."
We are many. We are legion. We are... NPCs!

Marian Hawke

"Yes. The drinking began four months after he left, when I enrolled in university and realized I'd need some way to be functional during the day."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

NPCs

"Being regularly inebriated was an increase in your functionality? Explain."
We are many. We are legion. We are... NPCs!

Marian Hawke

"I don't like talking about it, it's very personal, but I was... they were considering sending me for treatment at Summerhill because I was so... distraught."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

NPCs

"You were opposed to this outcome?"
We are many. We are legion. We are... NPCs!

Marian Hawke

Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

NPCs

"Describe the extent to how much you opposed this outcome."
We are many. We are legion. We are... NPCs!

Marian Hawke

She lets out a sharp breath, giving a plaintive look. "Is this really necessary?"
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

NPCs

Vosang stares back at her, implacable and unmoved. 

Across the room, Evide's right hand flexes and twitches as if reaching for something.
We are many. We are legion. We are... NPCs!

Marian Hawke

"I have said on numerous occasions I would rather die than return. I am deeply ashamed of having needed to attend once, and that was after the most extenuating circumstances I could imagine. Happy?"
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

NPCs

"Would you be willing to kill in order to prevent returning there?"
We are many. We are legion. We are... NPCs!

Marian Hawke

"N-- Depends on who."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

NPCs

"A member of your Clan." No pause. "Or your wife, Merrill zi'Hawke."
We are many. We are legion. We are... NPCs!

Marian Hawke

"I could never kill Merrill. Never." A pause. "There would have to be extreme circumstances for me to kill any of my Clan. If it were Merrill I had to go through, I'd kill myself instead."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

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