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Title:  A Contract Killing
Fandom: Dragon Age
Rating: G
Length: 200 words
Content notes: No warnings apply.
Author notes: Written for the ‘choices’ prompt in fan_flashworks.
Summary:  Aveline confronts Sara over her contract choices.

“How could you do that, Hawke?” Aveline’s anger was tight as she followed Sara back to Lowtown’s slums.  “Harimann was aiding our countrymen, and you’ve put that in jeopardy.”

Sara pushed through the door to her uncle’s apartment and Aveline followed.  Thankfully, no one else seemed to be home.

“A job’s a job,” Sara said, unsheathing her bloody daggers before placing them on the small writing desk by the wall.  “If I let my personal opinions get in the way of a contract, I won’t have many more coming.”

“You left the Red Iron because you didn’t want to do these kinds of jobs,” Aveline pressed.

Sara, starting to pull off her gauntlets, looked up at Aveline and sighed.

“You’re right, Aveline.  Is that what you want to hear?  But coin’s coin, and I have a family to feed.”

“And an expedition to fund.  Maybe that’s clouding your judgement.”

“It’s a chance.  You’ve had yours.  This is mine.”

Aveline, her arms folded, looked at Hawke.  She was right.  “Just don’t throw away who you are,” she said.  “We need more people like you.”

“And more like you, Guardswoman,” said Sara with a smile, and sat down to clean her daggers.