Carver Hawke/Dialogue

Carver's dialogue contains a list of conversations he shares with his companions.

Carver and Anders

 * Anders: You don't like me, Carver?
 * Carver: I don't like you.
 * Anders: That's unfortunate. Hating someone just because they're a mage is a shameful thing.
 * Carver: I don't hate you because you're a mage. I hate you because you won't shut up about it.
 * Carver: Oppression this, templars that. I'd heard enough long before you.
 * Anders: Maybe it's time you put some thought into it.


 * Carver: What are you looking at?
 * Anders: Your sisters/siblings are... were both mages. As was your father?
 * Carver: And I'm not. What of it?
 * Anders: Nothing. It's not always passed to all siblings, but it's good to know that you understand our plight.
 * Carver: Shove your plight.


 * Anders: I'm sorry about your sister. She sounds like a special girl.
 * Carver: Why? Because she was a mage?
 * Anders: Your other sister/brother says she was a good person. That she never turned down a chance to help people.
 * Carver: Yes, yes. I'm sure the Chantry's got a shrine with her portrait on it.
 * Anders: I was trying to be nice.
 * Carver: Stick to surly. It works for you.


 * Anders: Nice day to be planning a trip into the Deep Roads, don't you think?
 * Anders: The Blight, the dampness, the festering darkness filled with tainted rats.
 * Carver: Shut up.
 * Anders: You've got a real chip on your shoulder, you know?
 * Carver: I've got a big blade on my shoulder, mage-y.
 * Anders: Right. Wonder what you're compensating for.

Carver and Aveline

 * Carver: I'm surprised you still travel with us, Aveline.
 * Aveline: Carver, don't.
 * Carver: You're ever so busy with the guardsmen. It must be such a burden to slum with the refugees.
 * Aveline: It's oddly comforting that you insult me like I'm family.
 * Carver: That wasn't... no. I didn't mean that.
 * Aveline: I know. But you should be glad that's how I took it.


 * Aveline: I don't like some of the people you've been associating with, Carver.
 * Carver: Talk to my brother/sister. He/She's the one in charge.
 * Aveline: Maybe. But I know you get around.
 * Aveline: This city is full of people who are dead set on ending badly. I don't want to see you end up the same way.
 * Carver: Would asking you to stop spying on me help in the least?
 * Aveline: No.


 * Aveline: So, Carver. Have you thought about what you'll do if your expedition doesn't pay off?
 * Carver: This is our only chance and you know it.
 * Aveline: You're so damned proud you couldn't pick up a trade?
 * Carver: And who would take on a Fereldan apprentice? Maybe in another year I could work my way up to pissboy.
 * Aveline: Fine. Let's crawl down some holes. Good bloody luck for your sake.


 * Carver: Did you approve my application?
 * Aveline: I can't make you a guard, Carver.
 * Carver: We were both soldiers. Why won't they take me?
 * Aveline: I was an officer. And I follow orders.
 * Carver: (Laughs) No you don't.
 * Aveline: I also think of others before myself. You see tired of that, and that's dangerous.
 * Carver: Just when it's not my choice. you told them not to take me, didn't you?
 * Aveline: Yes.

Carver and Fenris

 * Carver: You're very different from other elves.
 * Fenris: Oh? You know them all?
 * Carver: No, I just... you look different. There's no denying that.
 * Fenris: It is what I am. Unlike the problems you claim to have, I really did have no choice.
 * Carver: Do we know anyone who isn't brooding every hour of the day?
 * Fenris: Like attracts like, it seems.

if present:
 * Carver: You know Fenris, I have a tattoo.
 * Fenris: You have a what?
 * Carver: A tattoo. A lot of us got them before Ostagar. It's a mabari, for strength.
 * Fenris: Does it curse you with the ability to reach into a man and tear out his insides?
 * Carver: Uh, I can make it bark.
 * Fenris: Please don't.
 * Varric: Seconded.
 * Aveline: Agreed
 * Hawke: (Sighs)


 * Carver: So this master of yours wants your markings back? Skin and all?
 * Fenris: So his hunters told me. Unwillingly.
 * Carver: So why not cover them up? Wouldn't that make you harder to find?
 * Fenris: Let them come. I am not one to hide.
 * Carver: Still. If it were me--
 * Fenris: It's not.


 * Carver: So you've really never thought of hiding from those hunters?
 * Fenris: To what end?
 * Carver: So you could, I don't know, have a life?
 * Fenris: What life do you have? There are no hunters after you at all.
 * Carver: I have a life!
 * Fenris: One that you complain about. We are not always free to do as we wish, as you should well know.
 * Carver: I do have a life.
 * Fenris: Then I stand corrected.

Carver and Isabela

 * Isabela: I saw you at the Blooming Rose the other night.
 * Carver: What? No you didn't.
 * Isabela: I suppose someone else stole your chin to romance Faith?
 * Carver: That's unlikely. She wasn't even working.
 * Isabela: Mm-hmm. Got you.
 * Hawke: Carver, what would Mother say?
 * Carver: You're just...that's not what I...shit!


 * Carver: So, Isabela. You captained a ship? That's a lot of men to handle. For you to command.
 * Isabela: Well aren't you just adorable fumbling for a topic.
 * Carver: You say that like I'm harmless.
 * Isabela: As harmless as a pup that will someday grow into its fangs and sink them deep.
 * Carver: Sure, keep teasing. I'll show you how much of a pup I am.
 * Carver: I know. That's why I do it.


 * Isabela: You look like a man I once dueled.
 * Isabela: He was a little intimated by my reputation as a vicious pirate, but rose to the challenge.
 * Carver: He looked like me, you say?
 * Isabela: It went on all night, under the stars, the waves lapping at our ankles.
 * Carver: On the beach? In the surf? How did you get proper footing?
 * Isabela: We didn't. There was quite a bit of tumbling around, and we were soaked and sore by the time the sun came up.
 * Carver: Did you... win?
 * Isabela: I managed to get on top in the end, but I considered it a tie.


 * Carver: Why is it always about sex with you?
 * Isabela: It's not. Sometimes it's about sex with other people.
 * Carver: You see? It comes up every single time we talk.
 * Isabela: We're just talking, Carver. If it comes up, that's not my fault.
 * Carver: What? I mean... that's not what I meant. It... it doesn't!
 * Carver: I hate you so much.

Carver and Merrill

 * Carver: So. You're not like a lot of other girls.
 * Merrill: No. I'm an elf.
 * Carver: Right. All right then.
 * Merrill: Oh! Did I miss something dirty?
 * Carver: What? No! It wasn't dirty. It wasn't anything.
 * Merrill: Oh. Right.
 * Merrill: Because I miss a lot of dirty things and sometimes I wouldn't mind hearing them.
 * Carver: Would you now?


 * Carver: Your people came a long way, Merrill, but I like to think we have Ferelden in common.
 * Merrill: I've never seen Lothering. Did you walk as much as we did? Probably more, you didn't start with halla. Our ship stunk.
 * Carver: Your ship?
 * Merrill: There was something foul in the hold. I can still smell it.
 * Carver: Oh. Well, that must have been unpleasant.
 * Merrill: It was.
 * Merrill: Did I miss another dirty thing?
 * Carver: No!


 * Merrill: Do you miss it? Ferelden, I mean.
 * Carver: Sometimes.
 * Merrill: Blackberries. They don't seem to grow here. And there were little songbirds with black caps on their heads.
 * Carver: I miss the dogs barking.
 * Merrill: Yes. It's mostly humans barking at me here. Not nearly as cute.

Carver and Varric

 * Varric: You know, Junior, it's eerie how much of a resemblance there is between you two.
 * Carver: (S)he's my sister/brother, of course there's a resemblance.
 * Varric: Ooh, you thought I meant Hawke. I was talking about Gamlen.
 * Carver: Maker, I hate you dwarf.


 * Varric: You know, junior, you're looking at this all wrong.
 * Carver: Whatever it is you're about to say, I'm not interested.
 * Varric: I'm a professional younger brother. Trust me, the center of attention's the worst place to be.
 * Varric: When things go wrong, and they always do, that's where all the fingers point. Look at any kingdom in Thedas.
 * Varric: You've got people who warm thrones, and people who nobody sees do all the real work.
 * Carver: And my brother/sister is a king/queen in this scenario. Perfect.
 * Varric: Point. Missing it. Ah well.


 * Carver: Varric.
 * Varric: Carver.
 * Carver: Still think you're helping while burying us in debt to your brother?
 * Varric: Still riding side saddle while bitching at your betters?
 * Carver: Drinks later?
 * Varric: Never miss 'em.


 * Carver: Don't look at me.
 * Varric: What's the problem, little Hawke?
 * Carver: Don't call me...you're just looking for fodder for your stories.
 * Varric: You think you're that interesting?
 * Carver: I have enough trouble being overshadowed as it is. I don't need to get caught under an imaginary me, too.
 * Varric: Don't you worry. I'm not in the business of lullabies or children's stories.


 * Carver: I'm surprised these tunnels don't simply collapse.
 * Varric: Dwarves made them.
 * Carver: Then I'm surprised they're not smaller.