Definitely not true. [ Only it's probably true — but it doesn't stop there, because once Fitz opens his mouth the chances of him actually stopping are. . . Well. ] Your accent just sounds like you should have a stick up your ass, or something — [ it takes him a bit, is the short of it. His eyes widen, cutting himself off abruptly as he blinks at Hawke. ] ... like... that.

[ But. The point is, they're all the same to him. Violence in his life ( or heroics, really ) have never been a part of the plan, and never will be either — but circumstances are circumstances, and now he's had way too much for what was supposed to be an exciting, but comfortable life. Only he voices about none of that, and instead flips back to a neutral hum. Close enough.

— At least, until. ] Hey! [ A glance down at what was a pristine shirt ( now ruined, thanks to someone he supposedly calls a friend ), with furrowed eyebrows and all. ] That was on purpose. You did that on purpose! [ He's not actually as angry as he appears. ]