[Hawke never wonders why she's constantly in trouble. It's always been her normal. What she wonders is why any of them stuck around long enough to get involved. Assassins, mercenaries, an all-out civil war. They even tangled with a High Dragon and none of them had the sense to book a one-way ticket out of there. It's ... she doesn't think about what it is. What it makes her feel. Complicated, squishy things.]
Varric needed me. [Half to herself, picking at a hole in her pants leg.] He asked me to come, so I did. If partying it up with abominations is the way to fix this mess, better it be me than him. Can you imagine Varric with demons? I can't, sorry.
I was the one for the job. And I'm good at that kind of work. Suits me, really.