Merrill, Varric, Isabela, Anders, Aveline...They all stood straight and stared at their leader. Aveline gave a small smile, Merrill waved.
Aveline shouldn't be here, with the mages. But as a close friend she knew Hawke couldn't go without her.
Merrill was so sweet. Even with the creepy blood mage thing, Hawke winked at her and Merrill beamed. She cared.
Orsino stepped up to Hawke and coughed.
"Say what you need and give orders." Orsino said strictly and turned to his mages to give battle plans.
Hawke imagined Bethany standing beside her, holding her hand. When Hawke truly looked, she was only a small girl with the hands of a smaller girl. Pigtails and Braids, Carver's baggy hand me down pants or dresses, they were sisters. Even in Bethany's death would she guide Hawke to victory and freedom.
Simple words from everyone. Sentimental, but simple. Until she reached Anders. Hawke felt hurt that someone she loved so much would betray and put a bad name to the mages. But she loved him.
"I understand if you want to end this. I'm surprised you didn't stick the knife in me earlier when you had the chance." Anders smiled wearily.
"Well, if it were an eye for an eye, the whole world would be empty." Hawke whimpered and Anders put a hand to her delicate, pale cheek.
"You know, after this I am a wanted mage. I would be on the run."
Hawke joined her hand with his and closed her eyes. A single tear fell and she stared at him with her green eyes.
"Then I'll be on the run with you, if you don't mind."
Bethany's hand slipped away when Hawke saw Carver. Three, reunited. Two, left alone. One, with the Maker. Zero, with a heart of pure gold. The way he defended his sister. The way he loved his sisters. The way he could only love one and protect a living one.
Soft kisses, warm embraces. The way he filled her and the way she cried out. The way the sheets crumpled and stretched at their every movement. The way they exchanged their "I love you"'s and their kisses. It would be fantastic if they could relive every moment. Every moment Anders and Hawke would relive.
They stepped away from the place Hawke's mother once looked out a large window as a girl. Where if Leandra stayed, Hawke and Bethany would play with dolls bought from the market. Where they could run around as children, and be greeted by their grandparents without the disgust of their magic. Where Carver could be recognized as a noble man and find a suitable wife. Oh, and the balls they could go to! Imagine Hawke and Bethany in wedding dresses.
"So your are telling me..." Cassandra looked at Varric sadly. With all her heart, the Seeker desired to find this heroic woman.
"I don't know where she is. We all ran off to the hills after the templars let us leave. We all split up, except for Anders. He stayed." Varric sighed and Cassandra only nodded. Leaving the building (Author's note: which looks suspiciously like the Cousland estate!) with only a book, she gave the confused Leliana the notes.
"Anything?" Leliana asked.
"Nothing. Gone, just like the Warden." Cassandra scoffed.
Gone, gone Hawke was.