AN: Okay, this isn't the idea I had for this fic originally if I was going to continue it, but I found the decisions in this game difficult. (Yeah, I know, it's dumb, most of them don't matter, and they're all just pixels anyway, but still...)

So, here's another snippet of Lia. I might do one more post-ending one. Maybe an Awakening one too, if that inspires me...

Hope you enjoy!

"Is there a reason for us heading into the forests? Not that I object, 'tis a nice change, but an odd one."

Lia didn't respond to her friend immediately, but seemed to decide that they had ventured far enough into the wilderness, swapping her stride for fidgety pacing. "I just... I can't take any more of walls. For over ten years I knew nothing but the walls of that Maker damned tower and now... Is anyone ever truly free? I thought I had found freedom at last but it was nothing more than a fragile illusion."

"Lia, what is bothering you?" Morrigan asked as her friend continued to pace, threading her fingers through her light brown hair, pulling it from her pointed ears.

"People. People are bothering me. They impose these stupid rules and laws for no fathomable reason. Perhaps it is simply because they cannot think for themselves. Maker, given how often they ask me to make their important decisions for them, that seems like the most likely explanation!"

Morrigan nodded in understanding. "Ah. 'Tis not past choices that are plaguing you, is it? You wonder whether Alistair or Anora are the best choice for the throne."

Lia groaned. "I wonder why it falls to me to make this decision in the first place. I mean, I am hardly knowledgeable about such things!"

"'Tis not important why it falls to you. It does, regardless. So, which will you choose?"

The young elven mage let out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head. "I don't know. I... Alistair doesn't want this but... he's a good man. And maybe, once in awhile, you need a leader who doesn't want to have the throne. But I have no idea; my knowledge of the world comes from the books I read in that tower, nothing more. And, as Alistair and Anora are both quick to point out, he knows little more than I, whereas Anora certainly seems to know what she's doing."

"So, you are thinking of siding with Anora?"

"I don't know... she certainly seems the most qualified, but... I shouldn't be making this decision. It's too personal..."

"You worry that if he takes the throne, you'll lose him." It wasn't a question. Morrigan could clearly see the conflict across her features.

"I... yeah," she admitted softly, "of course. I... I just can't be certain that I'm making the right choice... that it's not being tainted by my own selfishness..."

"But, if you choose Alistair, are you only doing so to ease your own conscience?"

Lia sighed once more, folding her arms as her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Now you see my dilemma... I still don't know why this is my decision..."

"Have you spoken to Alistair about this?"

"I've tried... he's been clear about the fact that he doesn't want this, but he's... well, he's being Alistair and is leaving the final decision up to me. It doesn't help that while we're here, we can't exactly... say anything, or really talk."

"So, this was why you insisted on being out here?"

Lia shrugged. "The fresh air is a privilege that I was long denied. It's easy to feel claustrophobic in those city buildings..."

"Truer words were never spoken, my friend."

Lia sighed once more. "I just... I have to know that I'm doing what's right for Ferelden. That I'm not being selfish..."

Morrigan simply shook her head. "Why? You owe these people nothing, Lia. These are the same idiots who saw fit to lock you in that tower to begin with. You are going to end the Blight, but you owe them nothing more than that. Surely you've earned the right to be a little bit selfish..."

"I... I don't know. I just don't know..."

"Your certainty matters little. It will still fall to you to make this decision."

"I know, I just... I hope that I don't cock it up... for all our sakes..."