It is fine. There seem to be infinite versions of our world, it would be impossible to know that they were the same. Do not trouble yourself with such things. What matters is that she survived.
[The circumstances of that survival are questionable, but that's absolutely something Jove isn't about to talk about freely. It's Hawke's secret, her story to tell, and no one will hear it from Jove. She hands the wine back to Fenris, leaning in a little conspiratorially.]
I don't suppose you'd like to tell me where you met her.
Myself and Merrill had already been in Exsilium for a month by the time she arrived. I was on a mission when she turned up, but I'd been warned she was not the Hawke from my world. We met up, talked, drank. Spoke of the differences in our worlds.
Her bother is dead in mine, I have met her sister. It seems for her, it was the other way around.
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It is fine. There seem to be infinite versions of our world, it would be impossible to know that they were the same. Do not trouble yourself with such things. What matters is that she survived.
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I don't suppose you'd like to tell me where you met her.
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[He takes a drink, handing the bottle back. ]
Myself and Merrill had already been in Exsilium for a month by the time she arrived. I was on a mission when she turned up, but I'd been warned she was not the Hawke from my world. We met up, talked, drank. Spoke of the differences in our worlds.
Her bother is dead in mine, I have met her sister. It seems for her, it was the other way around.