The companions reacting to holding a young, terrified inquisitor as they die in their arms with no health potions left? (I'm so sorry you are feeling down I hope things get better for you =( you deserve only good things and I am sending good vibes to you!!! <3 )
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‘‘Am I going to die?’‘ Choked back, distressed words and a nervous laughter as young eyes meet theirs. ‘‘Oh my god I am going to die.’‘ They are so cold, aren’t they? The Inquisitor looks up at them ‘‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t fix everything. Please don’t cry’‘
Cassandra: She holds them, shaking words of encouragement to not close their eyes, to stay with her. ‘’You are not dying, you hear me?’’ She didn’t even notice she was crying, she was actually surprised to hear them say that. Cassandra knows thought, that they are dying. No healing magic could heal this wound, it’s too deep and too far gone. All she can do is hold the Inquisitor’s body as they bleed out, humming a soft tune from when she was a child; making sure they know, they were amazing. They did everything right and they shouldn’t say sorry. They didn’t die alone, they died in the arms of a friend.
Solas: He gives them a pained expression, because he knows that if he hadn’t planned such a brutal plan, a young life would have been saved, if only for a bit longer. He can’t heal this- Solas knows that. But he tries, desperately for some time before he gives up. Whispering about how great they did, how hard they worked despite everything. ‘’You did great, Inquisitor. You did amazingly.’’ As the Inquisitor gives him one last, tired smile he feels himself freeze. Falon’Din enasal enaste.
Dorian: He curses at first, telling them to stop speaking such nonsense. But he realizes shortly after them that; they are right. They are dying. Nothing can stop this and it hurts him. He tries to hold the tears as he holds the young Inquisitor, shaking his dead. ‘’You did great, you hear me?’’ He whispers this as he starts shaking, their body goes limp in his hands and he feels the tears falling. This war has taken too many people from him.
Sera: ‘’Yer not dying, ya hear me?’’ She hisses when she presses her hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. She fucking knows they are dying, but she won’t accept that. Hell now. She will sit with them, telling them to wait for reinforcements. She knows they will come too late; she knows this too well. So when the Inquisitor mutters how tired they are, she keeps talking. About the pranks they will do as they get back to Skyhold and how priceless the looks on those nobs faces will be. Even as their body goes limp, does she keep talking. She starts crying without realizing.
Blackwall: He takes it the best, he has seen young soldiers die in war way before their time. He holds the Inquisitor tightly, and talks with them. About their favorite foods and colors, what their favorite flower is and if they like sunny better than rainy. When they beg for him to forgive them he chuckles, regret in his face as he shakes his head. ‘’It’s you who should forgive me.’’ When they go limp, he just sits there. He won’t move, not yet. He needs some time, tears falling from his face as he bites his lips and starts shaking. Forgive him, forgive him for not saving them.
Iron Bull: Bull Holds their small frame in his hands, krem is there too. Krem is always there lately; and they all three just talk and joke. When the Inquisitor asks for forgiveness; Krem breaks. Damn Bull almost does so as well. The kid did so good, why won’t they realize that? When their body goes limp, Bull softly puts them down. And hugs Krem, the chargers mourn that night; because they lost a family member. They lost a charger to this fucked up world who does nothing but takes and takes. Bull will never forgive himself; for not checking their back when out on that patrol. It’ll haunt him forever.
Vivienne: This has to be the first time the Inquisitor sees her cry, the mage muttering about how things aren’t over yet and they can’t give up. She knows however, she saw this in Bastien. And for a split moment all she can do is cry, hugging the small fragile Inquisitor as they pass away. She will never forgive herself for this; they were just a child.
Varric: He can’t do much, he doesn’t know what to do. For the first time in forever he feels helpess. This young person who had their entire life ahead of them, is now dying in his arms. He lets out a shaky breath, is this how Hawke felt? Varric knows how it is to loose someone; but never someone you feel the need to protect. He never had to protect Bartrand in the way he did the Inquisitor. Is this how it felt for Hawke watching Carver/Bethany die? He asks this, as he tells the kid stories; watching the life leave their body.
Cole: He looks at them in his arm, and for the first time realizes how small the Inquisitor actually was. He asks if they want him to take the pain away, and they say yes. For the first time in his life; Cole cries as he helps the Inquisitor. He won’t make people forget them, they did so many good things. But he is so unsure, just why is his body shaking? Maybe- just maybe it’s the fact that he will never get to see them smiling at him, explaining why they won’t tell people of their worries and how they want to help. Maybe that’s why.
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