Inspired by this comic "siriusdraws . tumblr . thewordcom / post /124336003250" by siriusdraws. I submitted it to their tumblr.
"There can be no half measures."
When the words left Anders' mouth, Hawke knew something was wrong. Something much deeper than even the words spoken by Justice. The twisted feeling in her stomach grew worse as she took a step towards her friend, "Anders, what have you done?"
"There can be no turning back."
As if his words were the trigger, a red light split the sky, emanating from the Chantry. The light was followed by rubble from the building as the explosion shook the city, leaving shuddering quakes to travel through the streets. Fire and debris rained down on those watching the Chantry fall, but Hawke was blinded to it all. She could only see one thing, running through her mind.
"Are you sure you don't need me to help you, Marian?" Sebastian had smiled at her from across the table that morning, in her –their- estate. "I know the Knight-Commander and First Enchanter can be at each other's throats in minutes."
Hawke had leaned forward, brushing his face with her hand, the sun catching the wedding band that had been on her finger for a little under two weeks. "I'll take Fenris and Varric with me, we can handle them." Sebastian placed a kiss in her palm. "I know you want to get back to your work at the Chantry today before the maker thinks I've driven you off your path of righteousness."
A warm chuckle left his lips as Sebastian let his eyes linger on Hawke for another moment before standing to clear the breakfast dishes away. "I'll put in some extra prayer today in your stead, maybe the Maker won't hold it against you."
"Where's Choir Boy?" Varric's voice was like ice in her veins. Hawke didn't notice when her staff slipped from her hand as she took a tiny step towards the Chantry. And another.
"Taking confessions, he said last night at The Hanged Man that he was spending today-" A sudden stop to Fenris' words drew a sharp intake of breath from those gathered around Hawke.
Her knees unable to support her next step forward, Hawke slid silently to the ground. A muffled voice, spoken from behind hands covering her mouth, left Merrill. "…Probably not anymore, though."
"Hawke, I didn't know he was in there, I swear-" A roar sounded from behind Hawke as Fenris lept on Anders, the lyrium in his skin burning bright as he reached a clawed gauntlet towards the mage's throat. It took everything that Isabela and Varric had to hold him back, all he reached was the front of Ander's robes. The claws ripped through the fabric as Fenris hurled every Tevinter insult he could at the mage. But Hawke's eyes never left the Chantry.
She didn't move, she couldn't. Her lips moved soundlessly; unable to turn her gaze away from the fire ablaze before her.
His striking eyes, their beautiful blue gaze. His rough hands, the loving way they had touched her face. His strong arms, the way they had gently cradled her on their wedding night. Her husband, the one she had given her heart to. The one she, despite saying vows to the contrary, loved more than the Maker himself.
The one she had said goodbye to that morning with a kiss blown to him from the front door as he made his way to the placed he loved more than anywhere else in the city.
The Champion of Kirkwall had given everything she could, and now there was nothing left to be taken from her.
"I'm… sorry."