I was inspired by tumblr today when momochanners mention the group shot around the table was reminiscent of The Last Supper painting. And also mentioned they didn't want to think about who could possibly be a Judas.

I on the other hand decided to think about it.

Don't get me wrong, I love this character. I really hope he doesn't end up betraying everyone (cough cough like Anders cough), but after the hint in one of the trailers, I couldn't help myself. So here we are, one of my least favorite scenes I've written so far.

In perspective, it takes place toward the end of the game in my head cannon.


The inquisitor grasped her bleeding shoulder. She had been struck and the limb almost removed, but a quick potion kept her from losing her arm. She stared at her attacker in a mix of disbelief, confusion, and anger.

"How could you?" she asked sadly. "How could you!"

He was silent as she glared at him. It only caused her anger to grow. She clenched her sword tightly and took a step toward him.

"We were friends! We worked together, fought together, bled together! We were allies. I trusted you! And this is how you repay me?" she demanded, her dark eyes blazing.

"It's nothing personal, boss. Just business." Came his gruff answer. He sighed, lifting a hand to rub his eyebrow. "No one else was supposed to get hurt."

"You betrayed us."

"I betrayed you." He corrected. It only caused the inquisitor's anger to grow.

"I was your leader. You pledged your allegiance to me and when you betrayed me, everyone else who fights with me was also betrayed. We were a team."

He was silent as she accused him.

"Why?" she asked, her voice breaking. He sighed.

"They offered me more money than you did."

"So it's all about money? We meant nothing to you?" she spread her arms out, indicating their fallen comrades, all too weak to fight anymore. Iron Bull gritted his teeth and pointed his hammer at the inquisitor.

"It had nothing to do with them! Had they not interfered, they wouldn't have gotten hurt. It was only about you. I take you out, and my benefactor was going to triple the sum you were going to pay me for fixing the tears." He said.

"You know I can't let you live after this." She said calmly. She raised her sword to the Tal-Vashoth. His smile was grim.

"You're welcome to try to stop me."

The fight wasn't romantic or justified or any manner of wording Varric would eventually use to describe the fight between the inquisitor and Iron Bull. It wasn't short and she didn't make him bow before her and remove his head for his treachery. She didn't walk away from the fight with her head held high.

No, she walked away broken. The fight was long and brutal with neither able to get the upper hand until Solas managed to regain some of his strength and cast a small stun spell that caused Iron Bull to stumble. The inquisitor, exhausted and barely standing, took the opportunity to run her sword through the massive warrior's chest. She collapsed to her knees by his body, tears falling from her eyes for the first time any of them had seen.

Varric stood shakily and walked toward her.

"Princess…" he said before pulling her into his arms and allowing her to sob into his chest. Iron Bull's betrayal was hard on all of them. "Shhh, it's over now."

The inquisitor gripped his arms as she pressed her face into the loose fabric of his shirt. "He was my friend."

"He was all of our friend. I know it's hard, but it's over now. And we need to move on." Varric pressed. "More enemies could arrive at any moment and we should go."

"But— the body. We should bury it." She insisted. Varric shook his head.

"He doesn't deserve it."

"Varric, please. He hurt us, but he was still our friend."

Varric sighed but acquiesced. He, Solas, and Sera stood by as she dug a shallow grave for the massive Tal-Vashoth. None of them had the strength to help her. They watched grimly as she dragged his body and covered it. She stood over his final resting place, leaning heavily on her sword.

Sera allowed the inquisitor to lean on her and they slowly made their way back to the keep. Cassandra was going to love to hear about what had just happened. Varric sighed, wondering how he could possibly write about this situation and place it in a heroic light.

Having to kill a friend was never an easy task. He remembered Anders. No, it was never easy. And it never would be.