Anders' frown deepens slightly. That's a question he never thought he'd have to answer, and he isn't sure how. Hawke is... a force of nature, unstoppable, magnetic. He draws people in and he succeeds at the impossible and he can get anyone over to his side. He's a man unlike any other. But that's not what Anders wants to say, not after what happened the last time they talked. Because Anders went against him, and there would always be consequences to that.
He doesn't want to sound like he regrets that.
He shrugs. His eyes are following the staff, and the way it shifts slightly while Hawke works on the buckles. It's so strange, but there's no mistaking it for anything else, really. Then again, anyone can pick up a staff, and it wouldn't mean they could use it.
"You're Hawke," he starts, carefully. "The Champion of Kirkwall. The greatest warrior I've ever seen. And if anything stands in your way, you'll burst right through."
It'll have to do; he isn't Varric, after all. The dwarf would probably have a better way of saying it, and with more words as well. Anders is no storyteller, though, and this situation is making it difficult to find the right words. It's... strange. And it feels too real.
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He doesn't want to sound like he regrets that.
He shrugs. His eyes are following the staff, and the way it shifts slightly while Hawke works on the buckles. It's so strange, but there's no mistaking it for anything else, really. Then again, anyone can pick up a staff, and it wouldn't mean they could use it.
"You're Hawke," he starts, carefully. "The Champion of Kirkwall. The greatest warrior I've ever seen. And if anything stands in your way, you'll burst right through."
It'll have to do; he isn't Varric, after all. The dwarf would probably have a better way of saying it, and with more words as well. Anders is no storyteller, though, and this situation is making it difficult to find the right words. It's... strange. And it feels too real.