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healthespirit (healthespirit) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Five years? How was that even possible? He had only been here a few days. His eyes jumped from the table when Hawke stood but Anders said nothing about it, didn't even move. She had never been one to sit still when he had known her, not even when they were all hanging out in the tavern. She'd been up over there, walking around, moving in her seat. At first, he'd found it a little tiring to watch but he had gotten used to it. Always so full of energy, or so it seemed. It made sense if it was a rouge thing. Always watching, never letting their guard down - it was almost like a mage running from the circles. That was an interesting train of thought, but one he hardly followed right now. He was still stuck on how five years had gone by for Hawke and not him.

Was time magic even possible? He'd never heard of anything quite like this before. Maybe if this had been a dream in the fade - but there was no fade here. This was a completely different place, one that many of the new residents seemed to find familiar in one way or another. But why take people who weren't connected to this world whatsoever? What was the goal of all of this?

Anders' honey brown eyes had dipped back down to the bread in front of him, trying to work out the possibility of time magic before Hawke started talking again, seemingly staying in one place for the moment. Bethany - she had been so young when they went into the Deep Roads. But then, they had all been a little young. Anders himself older when he'd taken the darkspawn blood and become a Warden, he couldn't imagine doing that at less than twenty. Couldn't imagine having to hear the calling that young, either. He'd always felt guilty for saving her life in the only way he possibly could, but Hawke had begged him. To see the Calling hit her sister, how would that have looked? Again, he felt guilt in being glad he had missed it. Both of those hit him a little harder when Hawke echoed his thoughts aloud.

"A what?" Alarm hit him like a ton of bricks, his eyes searching her face as if looking for the joke. A hole in the fade? First time magic and now a hole in the damn fade? How was any of this possible? "What was the Inquisition doing in all of this?" With Solona and their talk, he had thought bodies had been because of him alone. Demons coming through the fade at that rate meant that people had died, mages would have been killed on the spot just in case. He had to get home. What he'd do, he didn't know, but he had to find a way to help. Even if the hole was closed, the mages would still be in danger. Justice was strong in him now, stronger than before and close to coming out. He had control here, he could keep him down.