The concept to this is basically after Hawke and the companions fight and kill Meredith. Varric mentions (to Cassandra) that they fled, and that they were each driven from the Champion's side at some point, all but Fenris (or whoever the romance was, but for my Hawke, it was Fenris)

This was to be another short one-shot, but it may turn out to be more. Enjoy, and please review...

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Champion of Krikwall.

The title meant nothing, nothing at all, nor did Aveline's title as guard-captain. Even after everything, saving the city from corruption, from Qunari, from lies, from thugs and raiders, and every other thing, it all meant nothing. Not. One. Single. Thing.

Rin Hawke sighed, slightly shaking her head as she did. They had fled out of Kirkwall, the City of Chains, and into the mountains, and were currently heading for Isabela's ship, The Siren's Call.

However, she and her companions were camped for the night, in a run down, old stone building with plants growing everywhere around them. The stars sparkled in the night sky, like diamonds and other gems, moonlight bathed the site, it was bright and beautiful making everything seem to glimmer, and she sat in front of a fire, eyes starring into the crackling red and orange embers.

She could hear her companions, they talking just the slurred, buzzing words. Varric and Isabela spoke with Merrill, Aveline and Bethany were speaking, Anders and Sebastian were as well. The rogue could hear all, all but Fenris.

Rin got up onto her feet and went over to sit next to him, his white hair seemed silver in the light, she couldn't help but to look. His markings faintly glowed a color between blue and white.

"Hello, Rin." he greeted her. She tucked her raven black hair, that seemed more gray in the light, behind her ears, taking a seat.

"Hello," she replied, voice hoarse from not being used for hours and drained of all it's normal emotion and her golden eyes were dull. He knew something was wrong from those simple facts.

"Is everything alright?" the elven warrior asked, looking at her with green puppy-like eyes full of concern.

"Sort of," she sighed, looking out into the trees, wind whispered through them, making the leaves rustle. "I just feel horrible dragging you all down with me, is all."

"It's not your fault, and we've all done something." he shrugged, knowing it was true. Isabela and the relic, Anders and the chantry, the list went on and on.

"But we shouldn't be here! Not out here, not like this. We should all be somewhere better then this." she explained. "We should be somewhere better, I don't know where, but out here it is...it's just...we shouldn't be out here. I know, not Kirkwall, no Tevinter, no Orlias or Orzammar or even Revain. Maybe Ferelden, Lothing even."

"There are not many places in Thedas, true, even so, I would fallow you anywhere and everywhere," he responded, putting a hand on her cheek and turning it so she would face him. "I am sure the others would as well." Rin smiled, his words were full of truth, loyalty and love.

She put her hand on his, gripping it, then slowly took it away before leaning her face close to his, their faces were only centimeters apart.

Moments of silence pasted between the two before they kissed, embracing one another. One by one, the other companions fell silent, watching the happy couple.