"If you won't kill the abomination, I swear I'll go back to Starkhaven and I'll bring back an army big enough to hunt down you and your precious Anders! There won't be a single stone left of this cursed city when I'm done with it. I'll show you both the true meaning of justice!"
"So, you want me to kill Anders for killing the grand cleric? Otherwise you'll come back all shiny and righteous and will perform your own act of justice upon us all?" the terrifyingly calm rogue asked Sebastian. "Am I right?" Sebastian nodded, his lips forming a thin, demanding line.
Varric shifted from foot to foot uneasily. When the Champion became so very calm you knew, it was the time to flee, very very fast.
"Garrett, I do not want any more trouble, I know I deserve to die for what I have done..."
"Shut up Anders, I have heard enough." Garrett barked out, half turning to the pale healer. Anders bowed his head in resignation. None dared to defy the Champion, not even his lover.
In a smooth movement Hawke took out his beloved dagger and stepped forward. Advancing with the fluid gait of a feline he kept his narrowed eyes on his victim.
Hawke just grinned coldly when the blade found soft flesh. The man yelped, arching in pain. He gurgled helplessly, clawing at the dagger hilt buried in his throat. "Hawke…" Anders gave Hawke a wide-eyed, unbelieving gaze.
"Bloody hypocrite…" Hawke spat on the dying man and raised his head, staring at each of his stunned companions, gaze blazing defiantly.
"Who else thinks he can threaten me or my lover?" Hawke growled, lazily wiping the weapon dry on Vael's breeches and letting go of the dying body. The prince fell with a wet grunt, a still surprised expression slowly turning into a death mask as life left his body.
