"Justice and I are one." He tells her. It is a lie.
He can feel himself, he can feel Anders, and all the horror and pain that belongs to him. The mages deserve to be free, yes, but the Chantry is burning and people are screaming and how could he do this?
He can feel the spirit, he can feel Justice, and all the jubilation and righteous fury that belongs to him. The sky is bloody, red flames licking up towards a slate-colored sky. Here is justice, here is retribution at long last.
But they mingle. Where emotions are anything less than black and white, Anders and Justice are blurred and it is just them and neither is sure where the other begins. They are not one...they are two, but the line between then shifts and weakens like it is drawn in the sand. They exist in shades of grey, in shades of good and evil, in shades of what is necessary and what is a choice.
Behind them, the city is burning. Anders bites his lip and Justices tastes blood. There has never been harmony between them.
Hawke's eyes are sparkling with anger and pain and, worst of all, disappointment. She expected better than this from him. She is walking towards him, hips swaying and hair shifting. He's always been too aware of her...they both have.
Justice is enraptured with her strength. She is a mage who walks free, simply because she is too powerful and too strong for them to lock her away. She strikes fear in the hearts of the wicked and the corrupt. Justice wishes, with a fervency that annoys Anders, that she might have been his host instead.
Anders wants her for more mortal reasons. Yes, he admires her prowess, but he also admires the pale expanse of her neck and the curve of her hips. She kissed him once, years ago when they were both drunk at the Hanged Man and she was longing for someone who had walked away from her.
He still remember the heat of her lips, branded against his. They've never talked about it. Justice disapproves of his interest in her, disapproves of emotions that might hinder their pursuit of freedom for mages.
She stands in front of him, a broken expression on her face that she isn't letting the others see. She cannot be weak, that is not allowed. She doesn't ask him why because the why of it hardly matters. He's committed a slaughter in cold blood. He's killed without mercy or remorse. Her eyes glitter with tears she won't let herself cry and they both know she's made her decision.
She says his name, once, and he turns away. Justice, for once, agrees with him. They deserve this. This is their reward for the retribution they have brought.
The blade plunges into the small of his back, cold, unexpected and painful. He gasps and falls to the ground. He could heal himself...but there is no point. Fenris and Aveline would both lop of his head without a second thought.
Anders and Justice are fading, blurring together like a city in the fog, each dissolving into the other like blood into water. The city glows red in his fading vision.
The air smells like smoke and his mouth tastes like copper. Anders smiles, faintly, before dying. The fire is rising.
The world is being born anew.
A/N: just a short little thing. I just finished playing DA2 and I honestly don't understand all the hate it gets...I loved it. Anyway. Here's this thing...review, if it strikes your fancy.
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