[Fenris folds his arms over his chest. Is he spoiling for a fight? Maybe a little. Like everyone else, he was told to forget his old life. None of it was real; none of it was true. But it still happened.
They had all parted ways after Kirkwall. Fenris had stayed loyal to Hawke's wishes: he had let Anders alone. During the final confrontation, they had all fought side-by-side, as though nothing had changed. Fenris kept his mouth shut, and while he wasn't exactly content with the situation, he had done nothing to aggravate it.
Hawke was here, too. Not the Hawke that Fenris remembers, but it's Hawke, sure enough. Sure enough to stay Fenris's hand.
Mostly.]
You've slithered right back into your old position, then. I suppose you must be happy.
[Every word drips with bitterness, especially the last.]
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They had all parted ways after Kirkwall. Fenris had stayed loyal to Hawke's wishes: he had let Anders alone. During the final confrontation, they had all fought side-by-side, as though nothing had changed. Fenris kept his mouth shut, and while he wasn't exactly content with the situation, he had done nothing to aggravate it.
Hawke was here, too. Not the Hawke that Fenris remembers, but it's Hawke, sure enough. Sure enough to stay Fenris's hand.
Mostly.]
You've slithered right back into your old position, then. I suppose you must be happy.
[Every word drips with bitterness, especially the last.]