"I understand, believe me. We all were armed to the teeth no matter where we went. There was the blight outside the walls, but then Kirkwall itself as a dangerous city. Trouble lurking all around, especially for the Champion and her merry band of rogues." Hawke got used to having a bullseye on her back. Expecting that was smart, but it blinded her too to the things she couldn't control, like her mother or the Circle or bloody Anders. People trying to kill her, that made sense. The rest, not as much.

Oh Andraste he is talking about family again. Being separated from a child was probably difficult. Hawke never had any interest in them. It was an unwise idea, for someone ready to die young. "I'm sorry," she says awkwardly, "about your son not being around. Maybe he'll show up, I don't know." It seems like a bad idea to give him that hope, but she really doesn't know how to talk to people about anything that's not a joke. She pauses before continuing, hating that sincerity is on her tongue. "I've been by that fountain hoping one of mine will. It seems selfish, to want them here. My sister would hate it here. She's a mage and she loves her magic, being stripped of it would strip away a part of her heart." And yet, Hawke knows she'll never get the chance to see her again otherwise.