Disclaimer: Bioware owns Anders and Hawke. I just borrowed them for a bit.
She remembers the day she met him. As a grey warden, he had maps for the Deep Roads that she desperately needed for the expedition. In exchange, he wanted protection; he was meeting with a fellow-mage, Karl, at the Chantry that evening, and he felt it was a trap. They had tried to help his friend, but it was too late. In the midst of battle, an eerie blue light began to seep out of Anders, encompassing him. His eyes turned the color of the Waking Sea and began to swirl like a whirlpool. His magic was unstoppable, and as he destroyed the templars, he roared in a voice that was unlike his own. She was in awe of him and frightened to her very core. Afterward, Anders explained that in retaliation for what the templars had done, he had unleashed Justice, a fade spirit that was living in his body. At that point, everything she knew about him—grey warden, mage, abomination—told her that they should go their separate ways. But, for some reason she could not, and she did not.
She had taken his offer of assistance in the expedition, and for three years now, she had grown to know and come to love Anders, the man. He was charming, handsome, and even…dangerous. She did not want to admit it, even to herself, but a large part of her attraction to Anders was the magic, the spirit, the unknown. She was not a conventional woman; she was not married with child knitting socks by a hearth. Her stubborn, commanding, and independent heart yearned for a kindred spirit. Anders was all of those things—and what made him unconventional also made him deadly. Unfortunately, she could not separate the two, no matter how much she may wish otherwise. Her choices were clear: accept all of Anders or none of him. Maker help her, being with a mage was risky and being with an abomination was almost suicidal, but being without Anders was death. She would breathe, she would exist, but she would not live without him.
When he came to her tonight, she would take all of him. She knew their life together would be difficult; he had made that abundantly clear to her several times. She did not care, she did not want easy, she wanted Anders. If they had to run, they would. If they had to fight, they would. She would do anything for him, and cherish every moment she had with him; whatever the consequences. She heard footsteps, and turned to see her love enter the room. She smiled at Anders, having made her decision.