[Hawke turns his head to focus on Yosuke. There's something in his eyes. Sorrow maybe, or regret. Probably both. He knows the answer to that question even if he hates it.]
For what? A corpse?
[Hawke shakes his head.]
Not even that, a fake corpse.
[Finally he pushes off the wall and straightens.]
No, he died years ago. It's a little latte to save him now.
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For what? A corpse?
[Hawke shakes his head.]
Not even that, a fake corpse.
[Finally he pushes off the wall and straightens.]
No, he died years ago. It's a little latte to save him now.