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.

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• Carver: What are you looking at?
• Anders: Your brother/sister is a mage. As was your sister and 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.

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• Anders: I'm sorry about your sister. She sounds like a special girl.
• Carver: Why? Because she was a mage?
• Anders: Your sister/brother says she was a good person. That she never turned down a chance to help people.

(Alternatively)

• Anders: Your sister/brother says she had a good heart. That being on the run never made her bitter.
• 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.

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• 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, magey.
• 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 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.

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• 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's 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.

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• Aveline: So, Carver, ave 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.

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• 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 seem 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.

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• Aveline: Tell me, how did your family escape Lothering? Almost everyone who hadn't fled ...
• Carver: My older sister/brother. If she/he wasn't with us, I don't think we'd be here.
• Aveline: But you seem quite skilled as well.
• Carver: I'm not my sister/brother.

Carver and Fenris

• 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.

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• 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.

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• 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. And 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.

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• 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.

(Next line depends on the third companion present)

• Anders: Yes, refrain.
• Aveline: Agreed.
• Isabela: Rather see it wag.
• Merrill: That's... ew.
• Varric: Seconded.

• Hawke: (Sighs)

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: (Scoffs) 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!

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• 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.
• Isabela: I know. That's why I do it.

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• 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.

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• 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. (Laughs)
• Carver: Would you now?

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• Carver: Your people came a long way, Merrill, but I like to think we have Ferelden in common.
• Merrill: I never saw 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!

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• 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 sort of miss the dogs barking.
• Merrill: Yes! It's mostly been humans barking at me here. Not nearly as cute.

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• Merrill: How did you learn swording?
• Carver: "Swording"?
• Merrill: Those things you do with the sword. It looks tricky. Was it hard to learn?
• Carver: It takes a lot of practice.
• Merrill: Well, you seem good at it! I bet one day you'll be the best sworder in Kirkwall.
• Carver: Merrill...
• Merrill: I said something wrong again, didn't I? Maybe I'll just stop talking.

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.

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• 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.

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• 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.

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• 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.

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