LEGACY SPOILERS HERE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
"Don't." Anders turned his face away, missing both the attempt at a kiss and the hurt that flashed across Hawke's face before his expression settled into cautious neutrality. "We have to end this. You deserve better."
He tried to resist when Hawke lightly gripped his chin and turned his face back to meet his eyes, but Hawke refused to allow it. Anders' eyes brimmed with unshed tears, his fingers plucked restlessly at his coat, his entire stance said he wanted to run.
"Don't you see?" he pleaded, "I'm not strong enough to resist the voices in my head. If you don't let me end this… What I did was unforgivable and it will only get worse." Helplessly, he repeated what he had told Hawke the first time they kissed. "It will be a disaster."
Hawke moved his staff – the Key – to his back and pulled Anders into an embrace despite the other man's attempts to resist. "My father sacrificed to protect those he loved," he murmured, looking past Anders' shoulder to his brother. "He gave a little piece of his soul for me and for my mother. Maybe you should work out that Hawke men don't just give up because of little things like blood magic or possession."