DAMMIT ANDERS

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In the calm before the templars' storm, they all flittered around Hawke, drawn to her like moths. Her strength, her courage, her defiance - she stood tall while Isabela cursed, Merril fidgeted, Varric fumbled with Bianca, Bethany scraped at her eyes, and Aveline and Fenris paced in front of the staircase. She spoke to them each in turn as they drew in to her, and he watched the shadows fall and flicker over her face, the light glint and glimmer off her blades.

When she turned toward him, fear and longing and love churned within him. Her blue eyes were brighter for the scarlet blood on her skin, and they were sharp, stripping away the protection he'd built for himself. In that moment the ache of his fury was gone and Justice was silent at last.