He had a habit, when he thought no one was paying attention, of talking to himself. Merrill idly kicked her feet where she lay sunning herself on a nearby boulder and eavesdropped on Anders while Hawke and Varric bickered over some detail of where to go next.
"No, no. Not like that, it doesn't work like that, people don't work like that."
"Something has to work, it cannot continue like this forever, it is unjust."
"The Maker left us to our own devices."
"So we must bring justice where He will not."
He startled guiltily when Merrill piped up to ask, "Do you have to close your eyes when you use the privy? Because he's looking too? What about when you and Hawke-?"
"Merrill!"
She glanced over her shoulder to see Hawke regarding her in exasperation.
"Oh! I'm sorry," she hurriedly said. "I didn't mean anything by it, but you have to admit it would be a bit much waking up in the middle of the night listening to him talk to himself in his sleep. Oh! I shouldn't have said that, but really, isn't it a bit crowded in there? It's crowded in my head all by myself."