A Rare Moment
{ set some time during act 2 but after Dissent, with possible rivalmance}
The chain feels good in his hands.
He rolls the clasp end between his fingers.
He watches as the locket spins, reflecting the light of the small room back at him.
He doesn't know why he still has the locket or how it has remained with him.
It isn't his. He should return it.
But, somehow, it still remains in his possession.
He thinks that maybe it grounds him.
Keeps him from forgetting,
Though he cannot forget.
It is a rare moment.
Its early morning.
The clinic is empty.
Anders is asleep.
In this way Andres' rage cannot consume him, cloud his mind, his judgment.
But, in exchange, he gives up his only feeling of home, of peace, of identity, he has left.
He thinks of many things in this moment.
Of thing he has done, of things he will do.
Of what he was, of what he is becoming.
He wonders in this rare moment, that when others whisper Demon, if it's not true.
He knows he is wasting this moment with inaction. That he should spend this moment furthering the Cause. He knows the Cause is just so there for his actions.
At least that is what he keeps telling Anders.
But, in this moment he wonders.
He hears footsteps. He is quick to move. To hide his beautiful locket.
A locket he now fears to open. A locket that really belongs in the hands of a widow.
The footsteps grow closer.
He suspects Anders knows of this hiding spot, but he has not the time to find a new one.
He hears Hawke call out, "Anders?"
And then he is lost to the darkness once more.
[end]