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[sketchycharacter]

[locked to people who know Elena Fisher]

elena's dead

[....yeah that's all. Odds are good that Nate will not want to reply to questions, condolences or comments regarding the recent tragedy, though Chloe Frazer might. However, he can be found...]

wandering; Once the shock has passed—if it ever does—Nate wanders for hours. Fuck, maybe days, he doesn't know. He just doesn't want to go back to the house in Region 1 where she isn't.

Eventually he finds himself in a well-wooded park. For lack of anything else to do, he climbs a tree.

at home; When he finally does make it back, Nate parks his ass on the couch, where he'll be sleeping until—well, he can't count on there being an "until." Maybe he'll just live on the couch forever. Sorry, Pepper, Varric, etc.

at the ingress complex; Nate comes by the facility a couple of times, to ask for news or if they can guarantee that they'll be able to bring her back, because he knows that people have returned, and he knows that they don't always.

He walks away both times, unable to stand it if the answer is no.]

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[sketchycharacter]

[And he's not going to. Not necessarily because of the company, though. He's just run dry.]

Hawke's told me a lot of things about you.

[He sighs and leans back in his seat.]

So tell me, pal. Where does this rank in the great tragedies of literature? Probably not too high.

[neverheardofhim]

Anyone else other than Hawke and I'd be worried. [But Varric might as well have been a deity, for all the champion seemed to praise him. Sometimes it made him feel a bit warm and fuzzy, but that wasn't something Nate needed to know.]

High enough. It loses some points for it being another devastated man, but still... anyone could see how genuine your love was.

Most of my work ends tragically, but this...? Even this is too much.

[sketchycharacter]

That's something, I guess.

[Something good, a hollow consolation that at least it stands out? Something bad, for obvious reasons?

Nate doesn't really care.]

[neverheardofhim]

Get the feeling you've had a lot of somethings the past few days.

[Varric picked up a bottle, poured himself a small drink, and set it back down. The bulk of it was Nate's, but the dwarf was certain that he couldn't be blamed for needing a little something to clear his head.]

[sketchycharacter]

More than I need.

[He still needs more to drink, though, so he'll have some.]

[neverheardofhim]

Guess I should shut my mouth then, huh?

[Varric even managed to give it a decent effort, knocking back another gulp before lowering his drink.]

So, if you don't need to talk, what do you need?

[sketchycharacter]

[He needs his wife back, but Varric can't give him that.]

Just company, I guess.

[Even if it doesn't really help.]