He laughed uproariously at Ken's comment. Only people from Thedas wanted to be from Thedas and even then some of them really didn't want to. Hawke was one of them. Oh, he missed Kirkwall but the freedom to practice magic without worry was intoxicating and freeing. He loved it. He would miss it if he ever returned to his home.
"The pup deserves a steak." Hawke looked over the young boy with a critical eye. "And you deserve a rest. You've lost a bit of color, my friend." While Hawke had gained a color: red. From all the blood. He didn't seem bothered by it at all either.
His jovial mood dimmed some with the question. "A mage like myself is connected to the Fade. We create our spells and have our powers because of that connection. To be made Tranquil is to be cut off completely from the Fade. A mage loses all power and also all personality, free will and sense of self. You breathe, talk, and walk but you are not alive like you and I are."
It was truly a horrible thing and Hawke had no idea how to communicate it to people because they had not seen and interacted with the Tranquil. To see them was to truly know how horrible the act was.