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"No."
The desperate plea tore through her. Despite the distance between them, despite the battle around them. She heard him. And she felt her resolve crumble.
As quickly as her shaking limbs would allow, she made her way to where he had fallen during the battle. Haley all but collapsed beside her wounded lover.
"Alistair." She pleaded as he grasped her hand. He had to have known that she wouldn't have let him take the final blow; couldn't have let him. He was her everything and a world without him was one in which she didn't want to live. But he was stronger than her. He'd survive. He may not want to, but he'd survive. And given enough time he'd be able to think of her without the heart wrenching pain she was about to leave him with.
"Maker Haley, I said no!" Tears were falling freely down his face now. He knew. They were the last two Wardens in Ferelden and his leg was badly crushed. Wynne would never be able to heal him before she got to the damn beast. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
He tried to get up anyway; using her hand as a lever. But she put her free hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down.
"This was never going to end any other way Ali." She knew it was true. From the moment she denied Morrigan her ritual she knew she would give her life to defeat this blight; to save her love. And she would not fail him now.
She could see the others making their way towards them. She didn't have any more time. She reached inside her leather vest, grasped her Warden's Oath and tore it from her neck. She placed it in his metal enclosed hand and laid one last kiss upon his dirt streaked forehead.
He started to panic; screaming for the others to stop her. Knowing that she wouldn't stop herself. She looked up into the eyes of her friends and she ran. There were no whispered goodbyes: no quiet I love you's. Everything she felt went without saying.
It was with this thought and the cries of her lover ringing in her ears that she brought the sword of her ancestors down on the head of the beast, and her world ceased to be.