Hawke laughed with her and then listened to what she was saying about her brother. It was painful, thinking of people who were lost, but also in her experience there were moments of fond memories that were very real. "Yeah, they were real trouble. Carver would convince Bethany to mess with me. She has magic." She rolled her eyes. "All types of wicked things. Snow in my bed, fire on my bum, wind burst so something smacked me in the head." Typical little sibling antics, as far as she was concerned, but she did always give them a hard time for it. As deserved!

"He died years ago. Sometimes it feels like yesterday, sometimes a lifetime ago." As the years went on and her concerns multiplied, Hawke had reasons to get distracted from such a huge loss. And it did hurt, to think of him now. "I doubt the type of stories he'd want me telling about him are what a little prick he could be." Hawke grinned and shook her head. "But he was brave and bold and stupidly loyal too."

She shrugged. "Sorry to sound like a downer, but I don't know, remembering him doesn't actually get me very down, so there's that. But I know it's weird, talking about the dead so freely."