Imagine seeing what Anders has done and it breaking your heart.
**Warning- contains Dragon Age 2 Spoilers!**
**Based off of Let You Down by Material**
“Anders, what you have done?”
The words did nothing to convey the growing fear, the unimaginable dread that was filling your chest as the pieces began to fall into place.
“There can be no turning back.”
The ground began to rumble. You felt ill. A red light filled the sky and a noise unlike any other roared through Kirkwall like a thousand angry gods all at once. You watched in horror as the dust began to settle in the wake of the explosion, fire drifting down from the sky. It might have been beautiful if it wasn’t so terrible.
“There can be no peace,” Anders voice was barely above a whisper.
Orsino’s face was stricken as he turned to the mage, “Why? Why would you do such a thing?”
“I removed the chance for compromise because there is no compromise.”
The next few moments passed in a blur. You felt numb, sick, mortified. They wanted you to make a decision, to choose who was right and who was wrong, who lived and who died. When all was said and done, when the first had been killed by your hand, you faced Anders, your heart breaking in your chest. You had loved him more than anything and now you couldn’t recognize the person he’d become.
You stared at the man you had loved, letting his words wash over you. Couldn’t he see what he had done? To the city, to the mages, to you? It took all the strength left in you not to break down and weep.
“There’s nothing you can say that I haven’t already said to myself.”
“You lied to me.” He had played you for a fool. You had believed him. You had helped him. What had happened here today, you had played a part in.
He fell silent for a moment, not looking at you. “I wanted to tell you. But what if you stopped me? Or worse, what if you wanted to help? I couldn’t let you do that.”
You hated this. Did he have any idea what a position he’d put you in? Your eyes burned with tears. What had had done was inexcusable. Unforgivable. But you loved him. Or, at least, you had. You weren’t sure anymore. A curse fell from your lips as the tears began falling from your eyes. You couldn’t kill him. You should kill him. Every moral in you said so. He was a murderer. How many lives had he sacrificed just to make a point? How much of that blood was on your own hands? How many lies had he told you? He had comforted you when your mother had been taken away. He had been there through so much. You had trusted him and he had taken advantage of that trust to do something horrible. And yet you still felt as though you had been the one to fail him. If killed you that you hadn’t been able to see this earlier, that for all your love, you hadn’t been able to steer him onto a different path.
A sob tore from your throat. You couldn’t take this.
You refused to look back as you walked away.
If you did, you risked forgiving him.
