[It had been dark, last he remembered. Not because it was night time, but because the people of Redcliffe had done him the kindness and cruelty of blindfolding him before they began their execution of him. He didn't hear the words that had been said. He didn't want to, and frankly, he had gone numb to the world by that point. He remembered Justice apologizing to him.
"You did the right thing."
At least one of them was fully certain of that.
And then, stone collided with flesh and bone, rending it. Over and over and over. It had taken him nearly an hour to finally die.]
[And then, inexplicably, he was breathing again. His eyes opened, before clamping shut again, assailed by the lights of the infirmary, and he gasped in for that first breath of air like a drowning man. It felt almost painful in his chest. But then, he realized, he somehow wasn't in pain. Slowly, Anders looked down at his hands, turning them over. They were bloodless and clean.]
[Where was he? Hopefully there was someone, anyone, who could explain. Though it didn't take much thought to realize he was dead, this certainly didn't look like Hell. Or the Kingdom of the Maker.]
Anders || Dragon Age II
[It had been dark, last he remembered. Not because it was night time, but because the people of Redcliffe had done him the kindness and cruelty of blindfolding him before they began their execution of him. He didn't hear the words that had been said. He didn't want to, and frankly, he had gone numb to the world by that point. He remembered Justice apologizing to him.
"You did the right thing."
At least one of them was fully certain of that.
And then, stone collided with flesh and bone, rending it. Over and over and over. It had taken him nearly an hour to finally die.]
[And then, inexplicably, he was breathing again. His eyes opened, before clamping shut again, assailed by the lights of the infirmary, and he gasped in for that first breath of air like a drowning man. It felt almost painful in his chest. But then, he realized, he somehow wasn't in pain. Slowly, Anders looked down at his hands, turning them over. They were bloodless and clean.]
[Where was he? Hopefully there was someone, anyone, who could explain. Though it didn't take much thought to realize he was dead, this certainly didn't look like Hell. Or the Kingdom of the Maker.]
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