Hawke doesn’t shy away, although he thought that Varric was about to embrace him. He lets Varric come a bit closer than normal acquaintances, and considers him. “It’s me,” he says, a bit uncharacteristically nervous. “Well, I just sort of wandered in. I didn’t know - well - that. Here’s the thing.” He grabs the nearest vacant chair to sit down in. “I know I’m dead, but for some reason the part of me that’s here doesn’t remember anything past 9:31 Dragon.”

“So I’m glad for the warm welcome but I don’t know who you are.”