A/N: Merry Christmas and happy new year y'all! I'm going to be away from my "workbench" this week, so I thought I would update now. I hope all your holidays are going well and hope to continue regularly updating for you in the new year! :)

Jacquelyn had not enjoyed being targeted by Nightmare, hadn't enjoyed its words. She'd felt insulted about being called a 'little girl', but she could ignore that, and she wanted her memories back, so there were no problems there. That didn't change that she felt uneasy about how Nightmare had said that it would give her memories back. It also didn't change that she didn't like that it used Corypheus' voice to speak to them. Jacquelyn simply counted her blessings that it only taunted her about the memories she had lost, the memories she was slowly recovering. She was glad that it hadn't gone after one of her deeper fears, perhaps something about Cullen, or about her family. But on the whole, it didn't matter too much. Nightmare's words, its threats, still bothered her. That and the fear demons that looked a lot like spiders, the dark water that was everywhere, and the way the area felt downright slimy, and Jacquelyn was more than ready to get out of the Fade.

They reached the top of a rise, meeting up with Justinia. Jacquelyn hoped that it meant they were nearing their destination, or at least that it meant they were closer to regaining more of Jacquelyn's memories.

"The Nightmare is closer now. It knows you seek to escape," she greeted. "With each moment, it grows stronger."

Jacquelyn looked down over the nearby landscape, seeing more of the memory wraiths. She calmly readied herself for more fighting, pushing all thoughts about Nightmare from her mind. She could think about it more once she had more of her memories back.

She noticed that Siara was slower to draw her weapons, seeming to take her cue from everyone else. What was going on with her? She hadn't seemed like she was in the right mindset for a while, and Jacquelyn was sure it wasn't entirely to do with Duty. It couldn't be, could it? He was just a spirit. Her brother was already dead before they met Duty.

Jacquelyn wanted to understand, but she couldn't bring herself to feel any pity for Siara. She knew that the situation of Jacen, or Duty, was possibly similar to that with Justinia. That didn't mean that Jacquelyn could bring herself to care about him. Justinia was the Divine. Countless people mourned her death. Who was Jacen compared to that? Jacquelyn had never even met him, and if he was anything like his sister then part of her was very glad of that fact.

Once more Jacquelyn pushed all distracting thoughts to the side, and set her mind to defeating the wraiths one by one.

Pain once again shot through Jacquelyn's head as the memory flooded back to her. She was climbing up an almost vertical wall as fast she could, trying to make her way up to where Justinia stood.

"This is the Breach back in Haven," Jacquelyn almost whispered. "That is how we… how I escaped."

The Divine was stretching out her hand, an earnest look on her face. She wanted to help Jacquelyn, wanted to reach out and pull her up. Jacquelyn tried to climb faster, knowing that the demons were not far behind her. She hated spiders, absolutely hated them. They were creepy bastards, and that was without knowing that in reality they were demons.

"The demons!" Justinia called out, trying to warn Jacquelyn.

Jacquelyn stretched out her hand and allowed Justinia to help her scramble up the last part of the wall, not pausing to catch her breath as she ran to the Breach. She didn't know what it was, not yet, she only hoped that it was a way out. It was their only chance.

"Keep running!" she called back to the Divine, stopping and turning back as Justinia cried out. She ran back, reaching out and grabbing Justinia's hand, trying to pull her back. Justinia looked at her, perfectly calm.

"Go."

Jacquelyn felt Justinia release her hand, watched in horror as she went flying off into the Fade as she was pulled away by some unseen force. There was nothing Jacquelyn could do except for what Justinia had told her to.

She turned and leapt back through the Breach.

The memory faded, and Jacquelyn turned to face Justinia. She felt awful, a sadness weighing on her chest.

"It was you," she said, Justinia looking back at her with a determined look on her face. "They thought it was Andraste sending me from the Fade," Jacquelyn explained, stepping forward, "but it was the Divine behind me. And then you… she died."

Justinia, or the spirit in Justinia's form, bowed her head in acknowledgement or confirmation.

"Yes," her voice was flat, almost emotionless. Just a cold, hard truth that Jacquelyn wished she could forget. Maybe having all her memories back wasn't as nice as Jacuqelyn had initially thought it would be.

"So this creature is simply a spirit," Stroud seemed a bit upset by the knowledge, too.

"No, really?" Hawke's voice held a sharp edge to it, "I think most of us had already reached that conclusion."

"Hawke. Enough."

Jacquelyn was a bit surprised that it was Siara to scold the former Champion, and when she glanced around at them, Hawke looked like he might be feeling vaguely apologetic for his attitude. She couldn't help but feel like perhaps it was somehow related to Duty, and perhaps even Justice to an extent.

"I am sorry if I disappoint you," Justinia said, looking at Hawke and Siara. Hawke didn't say anything, but he almost looked sorry. Maybe he was a bit disappointed.

Then the spirit that had taken Justinia's form closed her eyes, glowing as though she were burning from an internal flame, radiating a bright orange glow. Jacquelyn felt her eyes widen in amazement, and possibly even awe at the change as the spirit floated above them.

"Are you still her, though?" Jacquelyn asked, hoping. "Are you a memory of the Divine? A reflection?"

"If that is the story you wish to tell, it is not a bad one."

"What we do know is that the mortal Divine perished at the temple, thanks to the Grey Wardens."

Stroud turned to face Hawke, frowning at him. Jacquelyn was starting to think that the friendship between the two would be over once they got out of the Fade.

"As I said, the Grey Wardens responsible for that crime were under the control of Corypheus," Stroud said. "We can continue this discussion once we get back to Adamant."

"Yes. Adamant. Where the Inquisition is fighting an army of demons that were raised by… who again?"

"How dare you judge us? You tore Kirkwall apart, you and this Abomination started the mage rebellion!"

"Mages were being enslaved by the Templars," Justice almost boomed out. "They deserved their freedom. The innocent needed protection."

"We didn't do it for madmen who were drunk on blood magic!"

Jacquelyn looked from Stroud to Hawke, and then to Siara. The elf was just standing there, seeming to have almost shut down, her eyes sometimes flicking to Duty. It was almost as if she was expecting him to step in and say something, or at least like she was wanting some sort of reaction from him.

"Even without the influence of Corypheus, the Wardens have gone too far. They need to be checked," Hawke added. Jacquelyn actually somewhat agreed with the mage's sentiment. The Wardens had gone too far, corruption or not. They should have been able to tell that there was something amiss, and they were responsible for the death of the Divine. They were as guilty as Hawke, Justice, and Anders, and they were as responsible for the death and destruction that came from the rifts opening and the chaos that followed Justinia's death. But now was not the time to be discussing their differences in opinion.

"Agreed," Solas said. "The Wardens may once have served a greater good, but they are far too dangerous now."

"What are you saying?" Blackwall demanded. "You want to get rid of the Wardens?"

"There is neither point in arguing who is at fault nor what the fate of the Wardens should be at this time," Jacquelyn cut in before the fighting could get any worse, "our priority right now should be getting out of the Fade."

"Inquisitor…" Stroud seemed to be looking somewhere behind Jacquelyn.

"The Nightmare has found us," Justinia said, floating off somewhere as a fear demon screeched, a small horde of them racing to where the party was standing. Jacquelyn once more prepared herself for a fight. She couldn't wait to get out of this mess.