"You could have bothered to write a more heroic end." Other than her voice, the only sound was Hawke's gritty, uneven steps, as she climbed. "No, I know, if I'd only let the chitonous appendage of Nightmare's eleventeenth leg impale me as I thrust my blade deep into it's brain pan and twisted, it all would've been very neat, right?"
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