I'm not even sure this is allowed on this web page, but I couldn't help myself – I had to write a poem:) This is a story of so much tragedy I had to respond.
It's a female Hawke speaking about and to Anders after they'd left Kirkwall together as fugitives, thrown into the war he started – and she is forced to watch as the charming, funny and loving Anders is being consumed by the spirit, who was corrupted by the taint and transformed into Vengeance.
A contemplation of his past – and future.
Apostate's Song
Tell me... were you born to be hunted?
Or were you born and meant to be free?
When you became all that I wanted
did you not begin to see?
With rivers of agony in your wake
did your heart truly stay alive?
There was already enough at stake
while you fought just to survive.
Tell me... you really thought you could win
the struggle against who men are,
against the fear of what comes within?
You've slipped from me so far
I can hardly hear you.
I wished for you to be free to feel
without spirits and demons calling,
I wished you and I had time to heal.
Instead, now we are falling.
Tell me... were you born to burn in this war?
Or were you born and meant to be mine?
And once there's nothing left to fight for
will you come back to see if I'm fine?
Tell me... when the day comes and they devour
the remains of the man you are
will I then have enough power
to walk through the Fade so far
that I will find you?