"Hmm, that can happen in places. For instance, our world has been around for a long while. We have ruins on top of ruins and I don't think people even remember what each one represents, it's been so long." Hawke knows there are stories, over and over, trying to bring back the old days or remember them, but they get replaced with the new. "It's possible this place is older than it looks and it keeps renewing itself, like nature can do sometimes. Although of course with structures, it's different."

She shrugs. "Or there's versions of us that eventually die off after existing in this same space, and they replace all of us. I know that's one of the popular theories." Hawke doesn't know what clones are really or the purpose of them. She does get that it means they're grown from science instead of taken physically from one place to the other. "The timelines are what intrigue me. There are people here from my world who had the same figures in their life but it was different. Someone died or didn't die, someone was a human or dwarf, it's bizarre."

Hawke lifts an eyebrow at him and then smiles, nodding her dark head. "Oh yes. I was in a city for a time, but even then we went out frequently and explored. No rest for the wicked." Hawke was dragged into every bloody thing someone went through in her city, and sometimes that took her outside of Kirkwall. "You have to walk most places, so you get used to it. City to city, country to country."

It explains a lot about her particular set of skills. "I learned how to hunt partially because of that, my father encouraged me. We learned how to survive on our own, without others." IN case they had to run at any time from the Circle and Templars.