A/N - I've apparently been doing smutless drabbles on the kink!meme...*sigh*
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Isn't it funny, she muses, how things always go so wrong, in such unexpected ways? She gazes blankly at Anders, anguish and acceptance painting shadows in his eyes, guilt smeared in ash across his cheek, settling in his hair like snow.
The angry arguments of her companions bleed past her, as much white noise as the rumble of settling rubble, the patter of gravel still falling.
Everyone chooses, and sometimes the consequences are not immediately clear. Sometimes not for years. Sometimes not for decades.
Maybe he is right, and this is the only way.
Maker knows she hasn't been able to sway either Elthina or Meredith with her own cunning words, Anders' manifesto delivered with diplomacy.
She sighs, mouth twisting in a wry smile. She'd known, even while she'd hoped otherwise, that the Qunari crises had never been the precipice Flemeth spoke of, prophecy ringing hard and unshakable in her words.
This will change the world.
She just…has to decide what she wants the world to look like when the smoke clears, and then leap.