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“Why do you look at me like that?” It didn't sink in until later that that wasn't the phrase that was etched into his skin.
Anders has seen many last exchanges between loved ones, he's noticed that what they have said is not written on on the other. He never knew how it felt until now.
Hawke once had a neighbour whose last words were, “don't forget the milk.” So it took her little time to realise what had happened, this was deeper than what she had seen.
“I know it hurts, but if it's any consolation, it means there's someone that you're destined for more happy memories and good times.”
“I don't think I could stand being wrong again.”
“Then be right.”
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Hawke seemed to be good at waiting and words but it still took time, a lot of time, for Anders to be willing to be wrong.
The nightmares and Justice's questioning didn't help Anders' assurance or confidence, but little by little he didn't care about the words, neither of them did.
Because whether or not destiny decided whether they were wrong or right, they were right.