A/N: Final day. (insert standard disclaimer here)

Day 7

When I woke up, the sun was already bright overhead. It was so warm that I felt as though I could just fall asleep again; my body certainly thought that I deserved a rest. I was about to comply when Justice stirred in my mind.

We have something to do, Anders.

I shrugged it off. The manifesto wasn't going anywhere. Couldn't I have just one day?

This is not about the manifesto. Get up!

I was about to give him a very good counter-argument when realization hit me. Today was the day. Lucia and the others would be meeting up with Isabela and leaving Kirkwall for good. I couldn't get up fast enough, and all the blood in my body rushed from my head, leaving me a bit dizzy.

But I didn't have time for that. What if I'd missed the rendezvous? What if I couldn't find them in time? No. I couldn't. I needed to return, to tell Lucia that Vengeance had disappeared. To build a future with her, one that she truly deserved.

I ran down the slope to the coast, looking up and down the shore for any sign of a ship. Nothing. But I couldn't see the entire shore from there, so I just picked a direction and ran. With no food or water since last morning, the only thing that kept me going was my desire – no, need – to find the group. To find Lucia. I would not allow my body to give out until I found them.

Several minutes, and still I saw nothing. "Where?" I panted, trying to keep running but my body protested every movement. "Where are they? I… I can't lose her. This… this is my only chance…" Justice agreed, but he had no ideas besides…

"The peninsula! There's… there's cover there." I barely got the words out, not quite sure why I needed to say them when the only one around could hear my thoughts anyway. With that one glimmer of hope, I began running again.

As I rounded a bend in the rocky shore, I saw sails and immediately turned toward them. It had to be Isabela's ship; it wasn't flying any flags, and soon I saw a few figures standing next to it on the beach. But they were slowly moving back to the ship.

"No!" I shouted, using the last of my strength to get close enough to see whom the figures actually were. One was unmistakably Isabela, a white and brown mix on the yellowish sands, and next to her were the Hawke sisters. My body couldn't do it anymore, though, and I fell to my knees, unable to get back up. "Wait! Please wait!"

Lucia was dragging her feet compared to her sister, and she paused, looking around, probably to find who was screaming. I couldn't tell the expression on her face, but I saw her rush away from the ship and up the sand to where I was, out of breath and tired. Her face was marred by tears by the time she was close enough to make out, though, and it was all I could do not to fall over as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Anders…" she cried into my shoulder. "Anders…"

I returned her embrace and stroked her orange hair. "I'm here, love. I'm sorry." My voice came out as barely a whisper, but I knew she heard.

"Thank you," Lucia's voice trembled as she spoke. "Thank you for coming back. I love you, Anders."

I closed my eyes. Now, I could rest. "I love you, Lucia."

The Fade was always a peaceful place. It had been such a long time since Justice had just wandered it, no goal in mind.

That wasn't right. He had a goal, but it had nothing to do with justice or demons or magic. He trudged up a facsimile of a hill, one he had climbed many times before. And just like all the other times, there was a lake at the top.

And a woman in a white dress.

She was sitting by the lake, just arranging rocks into circles, until she heard Justice walk up behind her. Turning around, he could see that it was Lucia. Only her eyes glowed violet and violet rivets of light ran across her body, just like blue light seemed to leak from Anders's body when Justice was in control. And Justice was always in control in the Fade.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," the woman said, offering a hand to Justice.

He took it and let himself be pulled down to sit beside her. "I had to come. I… need you."

The woman squeezed his hand and smiled. "You know you don't, but I do enjoy spending time with you. I was afraid that would never happen again."

Justice shook his head. "I will be here as long as you want me here. I… like you, Compassion."

"Thank you," Compassion said, laying her head on Justice's shoulder. "I like you, too."

A/N: So sorry this took so long. My muse went on holiday in Bermuda or somewhere, and just now came back. I hope you all enjoyed "Seven Days", and thank you for reading.