chronicpainhawke:

imagine a healer hawke, sitting at malcolm’s bedside, clutching his hands between theirs, whispering “it’s going to be okay i can fix it”
imagine a healer hawke, crouching beside bethany’s body, hands glowing blue and tears biting at their eyes, shouting “why can’t i fix this?”
imagine a healer hawke, sitting with their back to leandra’s bedroom door when gamlen found them, shaking their head with a trembling bottom lip and saying “i couldn’t fix it”

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