"In some places this is true," Hawke agrees, although there's a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. She knows too many mages to believe it's that simple, and in comparison to the truth of their existence, that is simple. "Where I'm from, life for mages is so bad that they can spend their lives trying to run and hide. But in other countries they are treated well. It all depends on the people, I suppose." She thinks it's for the best she never had the magic. She's too combative to play it safe.

Hawke hates lingering in those unfortunate truths and she's not certain what it is about this man that keeps bringing out real parts of her, but she's still deciding if she likes it. Earnest people were the worst. She's never been good at denying them. "But that's another world, and here there's no magic or special abilities, so the issue is moot. You might run into people who grumble about it, though. I don't blame them, if I came here suddenly unable to shoot a bow or hold a knife, I'd be pretty panicked myself." It's not quite the same since they can learn how to defend themselves in other ways, but that takes time and energy. Powers are extensions of selves, more than limbs, less than souls, as far as she knows.