[The Ingress was fixed, and he knew people would be ok somewhere in the back of his mind, but that was taken over by the big nasty sharp tooth tangle of guilt that refused to let his thoughts go to anything else. It had made him wander, aimless, because if he stayed still too long it seemed to get louder.
Neriel's secret had been dangerous, and Cole had held it very carefully in his hands, but instead of being quiet it had mangled all of his fingers. If he had told Solas, if he had told anyone... he remembers when he found the threads of Shepard's thoughts. The hurt. And now Neriel was there too.
He is crouched on a ledge above the streets when he hears Hawke's voice. He isn't going to speak to her at first, mostly because his thoughts don't want to let him, but even if he doesn't know her very well he associates her with things like good and warm. Even more important now in the cold.
Rather than apparate exactly next to her, he appears a few feet in front of her, still dressed in worn leather and filthy wraps despite the weather.
heyyyyy buddy (the coming days)
Neriel's secret had been dangerous, and Cole had held it very carefully in his hands, but instead of being quiet it had mangled all of his fingers. If he had told Solas, if he had told anyone... he remembers when he found the threads of Shepard's thoughts. The hurt. And now Neriel was there too.
He is crouched on a ledge above the streets when he hears Hawke's voice. He isn't going to speak to her at first, mostly because his thoughts don't want to let him, but even if he doesn't know her very well he associates her with things like good and warm. Even more important now in the cold.
Rather than apparate exactly next to her, he appears a few feet in front of her, still dressed in worn leather and filthy wraps despite the weather.
He just says:]
Hawke
[because that's just about as much as he's got.]