Angelle's emotions were in turmoil. Her mind was racing and she felt like everything was crashing and blooming at the same time. She couldn't figure out what to do or how to feel. She held the pouch of ashes close to her heart as she walked home. Her entire future could be determined if this would work or not. As she walked into her home Anders greeted her with a smile that was manic and happy at the same time.
"There you are, love."
"You seem happy. Had a good day?"
"I am beyond happy. I am finally seeking justice and he is exalted. I can't tell you how good it feels for a spirit to for fill its function. There is no human ecstasy to match."
He was absolutely glowing with joy and pride, which made this so much harder. She wanted to let it go. She wanted just to kiss him and join him in his happiness, but she couldn't.
"Are you going to tell me what you did in the chantry?"
He gave her a look of surprise.
"How do you know?"
"I saw you. Does this have something to do with the revolutionists? Have you joined them?"
Only after saying it did she realised that she was scolding him. Anders' face filled with rage as flashes of blue entered his eyes.
"No, and if I had, I would think you would support me? You cannot claim to love me and despise what I stand for!"
"I do support you. I have done nothing, but support you. You are not the only one who wants to see mages free, but I am not willing to go to extremes to achieve it."
"Perhaps that is the problem. You and your kind have been sitting on your hands for too long. There can be no half measures! There can be no turning back."
"Anders, what have you done?"
"What I have done is what you have failed to do. I am seeking justice."
"Please reconsider. All your doing is proving the templars right. You won't get justice by becoming what everyone fears."
The blue completely started to consume him as Justices voice began to echo in Anders'.
"I will get Justice by any means necessary!"
"You are going to do something to the chantry aren't you? Tell me the truth."
"The truth? There is no one in Kirkwall I wouldn't kill to see mages free. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Angelle felt as if a part of her died. She felt that she had completely lost Anders, not to Justice, but insanity. They were both victims of a disease running in their veins. It removed common sense and replaced it with manic determination. They were dying and it made her feel like dying to. What could she do? She loved him too much to turn him over to the templars, but she couldn't sit by and watch as he did something terrible.
"I'm glad you are that resolved with it, because you will have to kill me too."
She turned around to walk away as he grabbed her wrist.
"Where are you going?"
"To the chantry and I am going to stay there until you change your mind. Don't worry about me telling the templars. I love you too much to do that. Now let me go!"
"Never!"
She turned around and punched him. As he fell to the ground and Conna held him to the ground giving her the opportunity to run.
Next morning she awoke in the chantry. One of the sisters had been kind enough to provide her with a place to sleep. When the Grand Cleric and Sebastian had enquired as to her reason for staying in the chantry, she had told them she wanted to spend her last week in a holy environment. From what she could tell, Sebastian had as little luck convincing the Grand Cleric to leave, as she had convincing Anders to stop his plan. Three days passed and Angelle heard nothing from Anders and found no evidence of what he was planning. She tried to convince both Elthina and Sebastian to leave, but she had no luck. Seemed that no one would ever listen and she began to wonder why she bothered.
She was trying to read the chant light, hoping it would bring her peace. She never believed it would seem so useless. Nothing could bring her peace and she for the first time in her life wondered if she would return to the Makers side when she passed. Then she heard a familiar bark and Conna came running towards her. She felt a chill down her spine as she saw Anders following. Angelle kneeled in front of Conna trying to seem natural.
"There is my favourite dog! Have you been good? Not irritating Anders I hope?"
Conna gave a happy bark.
"He has missed you... We have missed you."
"I have missed you too."
Anders tried to smile, but it never reached his eyes. They were red from crying and lack of sleep. He bowed down next to her and Conna and whispered.
"Please come home. I beg you."
"I can't do that."
"Don't make me do this, love. Don't make me choose between my two reasons for living... my reasons for dying."
"You leave me no choice."
"Don't throw your life away. Do you really want to die? You could have a normal life. Don't do this."
"Why not? It sounds like that is what you are about to do. Why can I not do the same?"
"I am trying to protect you. There is no need for us both to hang."
"If you go through with this I will die either way... whether I'm in here or out there."
His eyes flashed with blue light and tears started to run down his cheeks. Without another word he stood up and walked away. Conna looked at Angelle and began to whimper.
"No sweetheart. Go with Anders, take good care of him will you?"
She kissed the dog and it ran to Anders' side.