Hawke,
I don't know what to say. Except maybe that I'm sorry. I was careless, and I didn't listen to you or anyone else. It was wrong. I was obsessed, and I admit it. But now that I know what it looks like, I had to write you.
Hawke, this is too far. Whatever you're doing, stop. You're going to get yourself killed. I…I couldn't bear to know you were dead. You're my friend. My best friend. And my only friend, for a long time. It's only because of you that I have more friends. It's only because of you any of us did anything great. You were ours, Hawke, and you're leaving us. Please come back. Or at least reply….tell me where to meet you or…or…something!
Please, Hawke. I know this isn't much of a letter, but I need to know you're safe. And don't even think about ignoring me because you know you're going to be lectured. Life is full of unavoidable lectures, and you just have to sit tight and wait them out.
You told me that. And not to fidget. Or protest when you were lecturing. You do that sometimes.
There I go. Rambling again. You never minded. Or at least, you never seemed to. I miss you, Hawke. Please, if you won't listen, let me come with you. Maybe I can stop you from doing anything entirely stupid. Probably not. I'm not very good with that. But I'll be with you.
Please, Hawke.
Merrill
p.s. if Fenris and Isabela are still with you, tell him I'm sorry I didn't listen, and tell her I miss her.