Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151201230232/@comment-5543592-20151203022441

Scire tried to continue carving like it was business as usual as Hawke joined him, but he eventually gave up, set down his dagger and stick, and rested his head on her shoulder.

"You're never going to leave me, right?" He asked, he smiled a small, sad smile. "Everyone leaves me eventually, one way or another.  My mother, my father.  The ordinators took Talon, Vale sent Libi away and kicked me out, seperating me from Roar.  And now, Ragnar.  But not you, right?"