( At least this was the same Anders. Well, not really? But it felt like the same Anders. And maybe that's why Hawke wasn't completely losing his mind — because this Anders had been through everything that his had, and apparently so much more beyond that. If there was any solace in being dead, and being away from home, at least he had something to cling to. Someone to cling to. He didn't have much left.
Hawke squeezed him tight and grunted when the bed finally sank the rest of the way onto the floor, the thin mattress the only thing keeping them from lying in a pile of wood. ) Need to find a better place than this if we're going to get any rest.
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Hawke squeezed him tight and grunted when the bed finally sank the rest of the way onto the floor, the thin mattress the only thing keeping them from lying in a pile of wood. ) Need to find a better place than this if we're going to get any rest.