Being my own harshest critic, I am not entirely happy with this little scribble. However, I like the idea enough to want some feedback, so I decided to post it. The format deviates from how I usually write; it reads far more like a screenplay. Hopefully it's not incredibly awkward for the reader... I'm feeling a little sketchy about whether this fits in with the whole "No chat/script" guideline, but I'm fairly sure that that's in reference to RPG style posts, so I think I'm okay.

Alrighty then, away we go. All credit to Bioware, thank you for the letting me use the playground, as it were.

(BRONWEN is standing in the door way to ALISTAIR'S room, one hand resting on the door frame. Her face is solemn with the knowledge of what is about to transpire. ALISTAIR is seething with anger as he packs, throwing items and clothing into a knapsack, occasionally finding small carved figurines amongst his things and throwing them on the fire with disgust. BRONWEN sees this, clenches her jaw, and swallows hard. ALISTAIR makes a point of ignoring her)

BRONWEN: (Flatly, not entirely certain of her words) "Where will you go?"

ALISTAIR: (Tenses, grits his teeth) "I have nothing to say to you. Leave."

BRONWEN: (Brow creases in anger, she is hurt by this but determined not to let him know. Snappish) "I won't. What did you think? That I'd let you walk out without a word? I thought this was important to you! I thought I was important to you.

ALISTAIR: (Whirls around, glaring at BRONWEN in fury. Begins speaking in a low hiss that builds to a shout) "You were important to me! You still are! You think I can walk away from something like what we had like it's nothing? Well, I can't, but there are some things that I can't forgive, not even in you!"

BRONWEN: (Speaking loudly, in a very controlled manner, not shouting) "I'm not asking you to forgive me, Alistair. There's nothing to forgive! If anyone should be pleading for forgiveness, it's you! You know as well as I do that the Wardens do whatever is necessary to end the blight. You've spent the last year telling me that, and now you turn your back on everything you represent, everything you ever believed in, the moment you don't get your way?"

ALISTAIR: (Shouting) "It isn't like that and you know it! Do you know what this feels like? To see the man who murdered Duncan and the Wardens and Cailan become a Grey Warden? To call him brother when he destroyed the closest thing I ever had to family? Would you have called Howe brother? Would you have let him live if the circumstances were reversed?"

BRONWEN: (Stares at him, struck dumb not by his question but by her own answer. She looks away from him for a moment, then looks back, dead-set and determined. She stares him down. Sincerely, with increasing volume) "I would have. I would have kissed his boots and begged if I knew it would end this. Because if there's one thing I've learned from all this, it's that there are things that are bigger than me. Things that are more important than how I feel…" (here she pauses, her voice is quiet and strained as she continues) "…which is why I won't try to stop you."

(ALISTAIR looks at her with wide, angry eyes and a knit brow, but either doesn't know what to say or refuses to say it. Neither BRONWEN nor ALISTAIR break eye contact, but apart from that all the fight has gone out of BRONWEN. Finally, BRONWEN looks away from ALISTAIR, closing her eyes and furrowing her brow. After a moment, she lightly shakes her head, then turns to leave)

ALISTAIR: (Watches BRONWEN for a second, then says in a voice filled with anger, hurt, and sorrow) "I would have died for you."

BRONWEN: (Stops, but doesn't look back. Softly) "Maybe. But staying would have meant more."

(BRONWEN exits. ALISTAIR looks pained, a little defeated, then resumes packing)

...And that was the last she ever saw of him. Well, not really, but whatever. I'm evil. I really, really am.