all this fuss because I want to app him at a sex game wow

[fideistic]

I am beginning to believe my vows mean very little to those outside the Chantry. My faith and devotion are who I am, and yet you intend to strip them from me.

But the Maker has once again guided my path. You are far too busy with your current obligations to even consider a fifth 'game.' See to it that it remains as such.

And I must request that you please cease looking for pictures of me unclothed. Your gaze is highly unwelcome.

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[battlemaged]

Mm, most of them tend to lean towards those perversions.

[Oh, you're one to talk, serah.]

But there's always hope, right?

[fideistic]

Indeed. It is never too late for salvation.

Have you been well, Hawke?

[battlemaged]

Maker, I hope not.

Eh, tolerable enough, I suppose. ...aside from wearing a damned collar and wandering around in the dark, that is.

[fideistic]

A collar? Maker, what happened?

[battlemaged]

I wish I knew. But everyone here has one, it seems to be a "thing" of this place. If we somehow manage to get them off...we die. [Although judging by the look on Hawke's face, he's not entirely convinced of that.]

[fideistic]

How odd. Surely they must have a purpose - perhaps they track your movements, as comforting as that sounds.

[battlemaged]

Cheer me up, why don't you.

[fideistic]

I'd be worried if it were anyone else but you, Hawke.

[battlemaged]

That's...oddly comforting. I think.

[At least the Tower isn't a whorehouse, Hawke; be thankful.]