[At some point, Hawke herself had lost track of what she really felt and what she said to dodge feeling things. She tried to feel things, sometimes, but it was deeply exhausting.]

Oh, no, not yet. I'm still excited by the prospect of being ripped from home and flung here. Because if I'm not excited then well, I'd just be a depressed lump and who wants that?

[She looks at Mipha and squints in thought.]

Well, if I had my pick, they'd give us all a dragon. No. They'd teach us how to be dragons and we'd be space dragons and stop the storm.