I don't even have the strength to stand when I tell Issac what it means. The Wardens…my calling… One event after another starting with Carta dwarves after his blood has led to this moment. It was nice for awhile pretending that on top of everything else that makes me a horrible mess of a person, the part with the Grey Wardens was over…but it can never be over…the taint in my blood is just as much a part of me as Justice now is. The hounding, the voices…he calls to me…
"Why…why didn't you tell me…I, I wouldn't have been so stupid, so afraid of everything between us if I knew… Maker, now I am to learn…now…? I thought we would have time." Issac pulls at his hair. "I won't let you go. I'll never let you go!" There is a slight hint of anger though the sorrow.
"You must. There will come a time where I will go and you cannot follow." I sadly do not know if I mean my calling…or something before that, something in the name of justice. "I have often doubted I'd live to see my Calling hap-" He quickly interrupts pulling me towards his broad chest
"Don't talk like that! Don't ever talk like that…please." I feel him shaking…Issac Hawke is not a man easily rattled. Knowing that I am the cause…is it possible to hate myself even more than I already do?
"You still have a chance…you don't have to stay with me. I've told you time and time again that you deserve better, something normal, someone whole and not broken like me." I say into his neck, and he is silent. A bead of moisture hits my brow…is he? Looking up my suspicions are correct, another tear rolls slowly down his cheek. "Issac?"
"I will stay with you no matter what. I will stay with you through anything and everything. We need each other, you know this Anders." His fingers dig into my back as he tightens the embrace. Regret wells up inside of me. I will bring him down with me, I will only hurt him. I can only break his heart over and over again. I curse my weakness.