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Sonder

Chapter Thirteen: Rest

Sitting along a broken Chantry beam, Anders looks out to the red-tinged sky and resigns himself to death. Hawke's blade is already pressed cool and slick to his throat. The wreckage of his conviction lies just beyond.

Hawke presses his shaking lips to the apostate's temple, sighing into his skin.

He has been running for such a long, long time – from the Circle, the Grey Wardens, even himself.

"I think I should like to rest awhile," he breathes, hands gripping his knees.

In the arc of his blood that splatters across the cold stone, Anders thinks he sees the Maker.