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[sanguinescry]

I know you don't know me and I don't know you, but you need to trust me on this...don't go out tomorrow. Please. You wanna hit the streets again Monday, that's your thing, but please don't go out tomorrow.

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[considerdying]

[ that's... new. hawke's frown is tight when she responds, confused. ]

Why?

[ she doesn't sound upset or angry or anything like that. just... very confused. ]

[sanguinescry]

Because...

( God, there really is no good way to say this sort of thing, is there? At least when she'd tried with Allison, Allison knew how Lydia knew. )

...I'm a banshee; I predict death, it's what I do. And I'm telling you, you can't go out tomorrow. You're going to die if you go out tomorrow, one of those things will kill you.

[considerdying]

[ she'll probably apologize later for not taking this as seriously as she should, but right now it's not making the most sense. ]

I face death nearly every day in Thedas. How is this any different?

[sanguinescry]

( Nobody ever thinks Lydia knows what she's talking about because she sounds like a crazy person when she says it, she knows that. But that doesn't make her any less obligated to say it, anyway. )

Facing death and inviting it are two completely different things. It's different because I'm not predicting that you might die. You will die. You'll lose the dog and when you're on your own, one of those things is going to kill you and it's going to be ugly. Just...seriously, a day off will not hurt you. Just don't go out tomorrow, wait until Monday.

[considerdying]

[ this is the problem with the big damn hero types, though. they don't like taking a day off. ]

Is this some sort of magic you have?

[ though the part about losing the dog has her frowning. she's also trying to put it into the context that she understands. banshee is not a term she's familiar with like this. ]

[sanguinescry]

( She's never really heard of it put in so many words, but now that she thinks about it, maybe it kind of is? )

Something like that. It's really hard to explain but...essentially, yeah. The dead speak to me and tell me who's going to die, when, and sometimes even how. So I try to stop it from happening. Thus, my message.

[considerdying]

[ weird. but handy in its own way. ]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ and she will. right up until someone needs saving or she forgets because demons. ]

The dog... you said something about him. Is he all right?

[sanguinescry]

...I don't know, the voices weren't talking about the dog. I'm sure he's fine? I don't get to choose what they tell me, you know...

[considerdying]

[ it's the principle of the matter. she had to be sure there weren't actual overtures to her dog dying or something. ]

Right. Well, thanks. I'll be careful.

[sanguinescry]

Good and you're welcome.