Bethany Hawke/Dialogue

Dragon Age II companions

Bethany's dialogue contains a list of conversations she shares with her companions.

Bethany and Hawke

During the quest The First Sacrifice, when saying you're interested in Jethann's services)

• Bethany: Maker's breath! Can't you... do this when I'm not around?
• Hawke: Run along and play, Bethany.
• Bethany: This is not why we came to Kirkwall!

When saying you're interested in Jethann's services, but refuse after Bethany's complaint

• Hawke: Fine. I'll do this some other day.
• Bethany: It's too late. The images are already in my mind and they will never, ever go away.

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When giving the bones you found during The First Sacrifice to Emeric

• Hawke: Recognize your mage?
• Bethany: You're horrible!

Bethany and Anders

• Bethany: So, you were in the Circle and ran away. I don't know if I'd be brave enough to do that.
• Anders: You've been an apostate your whole life.
• Bethany: Exactly. It was never anything I had to work for.
• Bethany: Other people always took the risks, to keep me free.

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• Anders: Where did you learn your magic? I mean, you know my feelings on the Circle, but usually it's the only decent training a mage can get.
• Bethany: My father taught me. He was in the Circle once, trained there. But he got away.
• Anders: You don't know how lucky you were, to have someone who loved you and could help you. Most mages would kill for that.
• Bethany: You remind me of him.

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• Anders: The Rite of Tranquility is the whole problem. If they didn't have that to hold over us, we'd have so many more options.
• Bethany: Right! If we want to fight back... or just engage in intelligent debate... they make sure we can't do it.
• Anders: They're forcing our hands. There's no way to change things peacefully.
• Bethany: There must be something.
• Anders: If it's Tranquility or death, we have no choice but to make every confrontation a life-or-death struggle.
• Bethany: I know, but... there are good people in the Circle, the Chantry. There has to be a way to reason with them.
• Anders: Not if they take away your ability to reason.

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• Bethany: I know it didn't work the way you wanted, but... it was brave, what you did with Justice.
• Anders: It was meant well. I don't know if that's enough to forgive me.
• Bethany: It must have been hard for him, being trapped outside the Fade. In a place where no one's like him.
• Bethany: I bet he appreciated having a friend.
• Anders: He did.

Bethany and Aveline

• Bethany: Was Wesley based out of the Lothering chantry? I don't remember seeing him there.
• Aveline: He served elsewhere. He was coming to find me at Ostagar.
• Aveline: Were you familiar with every templar in Lothering?
• Bethany: How else was I supposed to know when to run and hide?

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• Bethany: Being a guardsman seems like a better life than being a soldier.
• Aveline: Oh?
• Bethany: My brother was a soldier. It's all about taking land and serving some king you've never met.
• Bethany: Guardsmen, they do something real. They protect people. They make their lives better.
• Aveline: I don't know if I agree.
• Bethany: Neither would my brother.

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• Bethany: How come you and Wesley never had children? I mean, sorry if that's too personal -
• Aveline: It's all right.
• Aveline: I was a soldier and he was a templar. We knew that our personal lives would have to wait.
• Aveline: Distance never mattered, but we ran out of time. It is what it is.
• Bethany: Now that he's gone, do you ever wish -
• Aveline: That's too personal.

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• Aveline: You show admirable restraint, Bethany.
• Bethany: For a mage, you mean.
• Aveline: I could also say, "for a Hawke," but yes, for a mage.
• Bethany: You have a sword. Why aren't you killing someone right now?
• Aveline: Fair point, but I can put my sword down.
• Bethany: Believe me, I have tried.

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• Aveline: I'm sorry I couldn't get you more information about the Circle, Bethany. It's difficult without naming you.
• Bethany: Thank you for being discreet. I don't want the templars at my door.
• Aveline: No one does.
• Bethany: Let them corral the troublemakers. I just want information.
• Aveline: Right. Right.
• Bethany: It sounds like I'm trying to convince myself, doesn't it?
• Aveline: I wouldn't have said. But yes.

Bethany and Fenris

• Fenris: You've been an apostate your whole life, then?
• Bethany: Like my father before me. What of it?
• Fenris: Didn't your family consider that dangerous?
• Bethany: There are mages who go their whole lives without ever falling prey to a demon. Many of them, in fact.
• Fenris: And if the templars came looking for you? That would not be danger enough?
• Bethany: Perhaps there shouldn't be any templars.

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• Fenris: You know, you cannot wish the templars away.
• Bethany: I can try.
• Fenris: Is the Circle here truly so terrible an option?
• Bethany: Do you really have to ask that?
• Fenris: You would be kept safe from others as well as yourself, and they would be kept safe from you.
• Bethany: I... didn't ask for this.
• Fenris: Nobody asks for their fate.

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• Bethany: Do you ever miss Tevinter?
• Fenris: I was a slave.
• Bethany: Still, it was your home, right? The only one you remember?
• Bethany: Does it ever feel strange not to be there?
• Fenris: Sometimes. That does not mean I would go back.

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• Bethany: So, the magister put lyrium in your skin?
• Fenris: So I'm told.
• Bethany: Does it hurt?
• Fenris: You do not want to know the answer to that.

Bethany and Isabela

• Bethany: What were you before you were a pirate?
• Isabela: I had a husband. He didn’t beat me, that’s about the best I can say about it.
• Bethany: So you left him?
• Isabela: He was murdered. By my lover. It was all very... Antivan.
• Bethany: Oh. I don’t think I’d like to live in Antiva.

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• Bethany: So you've... been with women. In bed?
• Isabela: I know. Shocking, isn't it?
• Isabela: You see, sweetness, men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six.
• Bethany: Six? Which six?
• Hawke: Isabela!
• Isabela: (Laughs)

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• Bethany: I guess you've been with a lot of men.
• Isabela: Men. Women. Elves. A dwarf in drag once, but I don't recommend that.
• Bethany: Oh.
• Isabela: Aw... you're blushing! Why? How many lovers have you had?
• Bethany: I-I never—
• Isabela: You're a virgin? Hawke, you've been holding out on the poor girl! Get her a night at the Blooming Rose. On me!
• Bethany: That's, um, very generous.
• Isabela: I'm a giver.

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• Bethany: That book you were reading this morning, "Hesserian's Spear"— I don't think he had a spear in the legends.
• Isabela: He does in this one. Read the description.
• Bethany: "Andraste knelt before no man but her Maker, but she hadn't counted on the archon Hesserian."
• Bethany: "Can Hesserian penetrate the tight-knit defenses of the warrior-prophetess? Will she be prepared to face the full blast of his... power?"
• Bethany: Wait a minute... Isabela! This is a vulgar thing!
• Isabela: You want to borrow it?
• Bethany: No!
• Isabela: You sure? It has pictures!
• Bethany: Not listening! I'm not listening!

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When entering the barracks in Viscount's Keep

• Isabela: Coming here of my own free will feels wrong... like diddling a sister.
• Bethany: Why? Why do you say these things?

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Legacy:

If Bethany is in the Circle

• Bethany: They took the books you sent. "Non-curricular." And illegal in some countries.
• Isabela: No appreciation for the classics. Why read if it's not inspiring?
• Bethany: I'm not sure they were even anatomically possible.
• Isabela: Dream of a day, sweetness.

Bethany and Merrill

• Bethany: So, there's no Circle among the Dalish?
• Merrill: Any child with the gift of magic is apprenticed to a Keeper... in another clan if there's no need in her own.
• Bethany: That sounds nice.
• Merrill: Magic is a gift of the Creators. Why wouldn't we use it?
• Merrill: It just seems... wasteful for humans to lock their mages away where they can't do any good.

If Fenris is in the party

• Fenris: Of course, you're a blood mage.
• Bethany: Oh. Right.

Otherwise

• Bethany: But... you are a blood mage.

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• Bethany: So, is the Keeper... your mother?
• Merrill: I left my clan when I was a child to become Marethari's First.
• Merrill: I haven't seen my parents in more than ten years.
• Bethany: I'm so sorry! My father died in the Blight. You must really miss them.
• Merrill: I remember my mother singing to me, when I was a little girl and I'd get sick. I think that's what I miss the most.
• Merrill: The Keeper has a terrible singing voice.

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• Merrill: You're so lucky.
• Bethany: How do you figure?
• Merrill: I wish I had a brother/sister and a mother and an uncle.
• Merrill: It must be wonderful. You'd never be alone!
• Bethany: It is wonderful. Although it might be better without Uncle Gamlen.

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• Merrill: If you could do anything - just anything at all - what would you do?
• Bethany: That's easy. Be normal. No magic, just... normal.
• Merrill: Really? You wouldn't fly across Thedas or eat a cake the size of Kirkwall? Keep a baby griffon for a pet?
• Bethany: Well, now that you say it, the griffon might not be so bad.
• Merrill: I'd name mine "Feathers."

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LEGACY

• Bethany: You're a cute couple. Do you have pet names?

If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality

• Hawke: What, like Little Griffin and Baby Dragon?
• Merrill: Oh, definitely a Griffin! You can't really pet a dragon, can you? They're all scaly.
• Bethany: I'm kind of sorry for asking.

If Hawke has a diplomatic personality

• Hawke: That's a little awkward.
• Bethany: Only if it's true, and I think I have my answer.
• Merrill: I missed something again, didn't I?

Bethany and Sebastian

LEGACY

• Bethany: So, Sebastian.... you're a prince.
• Sebastian: And better, if the Maker and the pure love of your sister carry me to it.
• Bethany: Right. You're "married."
• Hawke: I know! Weird, huh?
• Bethany: Ugh. A little. Just... don't screw it up.

Bethany and Varric

• Bethany: You don't seem to like your brother very much.
• Varric: And here I thought it took blood magic to read minds.
• Bethany: I had a twin brother, Carver. He used to nail my braid to the bed while I was sleeping.
• Bethany: I never thought I'd miss him this much.
• Varric: Sorry about your brother.
• Varric: Hey, you want mine? I've got a spare...

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• Bethany: Do you ever wish you lived in Orzammar?
• Varric: Great Ancestors, no! You know what Orzammar is?
• Varric: It's cramped tunnels, filled with nug-shit and body-odor.
• Varric: And every person there thinks he's better than you because his great-great-great grandfather made a water-clock or something.
• Bethany: But they're your people. Don't you even wonder what it would be like?
• Varric: I have a good imagination. Why would I waste it on that?

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• Bethany: Are you really not afraid of apostates? Not even a little?
• Varric: Sunshine, I'm a dwarf. In case you missed that detail.
• Bethany: Dwarves aren't completely immune to magic, you know.
• Varric: No, no, no! I meant there are at least thirty people in this town who'd murder my family over trade deals.
• Varric: Who has time to worry about apostates with a Merchant's Guild breathing down your neck?
• Bethany: In that case... I see.

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• Bethany: Your family used to be noble, right?
• Varric: By some definition of the term.
• Bethany: Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like, if you were still nobles?
• Varric: Sunshine, nobility is just an expensive lifestyle. I've already got one of those.
• Bethany: Nobles have power, too. And responsibilities.
• Varric: Estates, servants, investments, mercenaries, assassins? We've still got all those things.
• Varric: It's sunnier here, and nobody calls me my lord. I think I can live with that.

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Only if Birthright has been completed:

• Varric: So... Milady Sunshine, what's your first act of noblewoman going to be?
• Bethany: A noblewoman with no fortune and no title? Looking for work, probably.
• Varric: Practicality is for peasants, my lady. You need to do something frivolous to celebrate your birthright.
• Bethany: Such as...?
• Varric: Come up to the Hightown Market and complain bitterly that there's no Orlesian silk that matches your eyes.
• Bethany: But what if something does match my eyes? What will I do, then?
• Varric: Insist that they're blatantly copying you, and demand royalties. A good noble always has a complaint ready, Sunshine.