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Sicarius
First Recount: Separated
We had watched as the Divine left with her escorts for the conclave. We had let her convince us that she would not need us with her; that she would not need her Right and Left Hands. So together we waited for Justinia's return, until the mountains shook beneath our feet, and the sky erupted and tore asunder. Together we lead our remaining forces to the Conclave in search of our Divine, of our Justinia. But when we arrived, we were met by the Fade's scourge, who hailed down on us from the Breach. We were met with soldiers fleeing from the demons. We were met with The Temple of Sacred Ashes in ruin before us. When more men fled the ruin, dragging a still living body between them, we ran to them in hopes that our fears were not met. But soon we were met with despair as the men carried not our Divine, but a stranger with them. Cassandra's shouted demands of an explanation were drowned by the clamor of the fleeing soldiers and the rain of demons bursting upon the earth around us. Together we fought against the demon horde. Together we aided in carrying the unknown woman to Haven. Together we gave her over to the elf mage Solas for care.
But for the first time in a long time, we now go our separate ways. For we both loved our Divine, our Justinia. She had given us hope, purpose, and an anchor to bind us together. Through her we were bound together in our camaraderie, and now it is uncertain whether we will even be able to give her the proper burial she deserves. And so we grieve. Cassandra, in her pain, resorts to her anger. She yells in increasing volumes at the templars and the soldiers who scramble to fortify the village before our unholy enemy is upon us. Her cries of stern commands pierce through the stone walls of Haven's Chantry. Already she demands that the stranger be bound and placed in one of the prison cells below. Already she demands that she be updated of the woman's condition regularly. I have long since dispatched my agents to do what they can in the disaster. So alone I grieve in my quarters. Without Cassandra's presence I am able to open the flood gates of my despair. If anyone hears my wails of agony, they do not come. For now without my Divine, without my Justinia to pull me from the darkness in my heart; I succumb to despair. I must allow myself to grieve now; let loose the sorrow and anger and confusion. For when the Qunari woman awakens; I will need to be cold. I will need to be stone. I will need to be whoever is needed to drive the answers out of the stranger. I will need to do what it takes to live by the memory of Justinia's guidance, and in turn guide the world out of the darkness that will surely come.