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Things I wanted from Inquisition:

• A constant struggle to control the ever-increasing powers of the Anchor. And the Inquisitor slowly losing that struggle.
• Every time the Inquisitor closes a Rift, the green light slowly creeps further along their veins. First it’s pretty manageable, just a slight discomfort that can be massaged away. Eventually it gets so bad that the Inquisitor drops to their knees after sealing a Rift, clutching their hand close to their chest, breathing hard until they can straighten up again. 
• Their companions voicing concerns, each of them offering comfort in different ways. A word of encouragement, a strong hand on the Inquisitor’s shoulder.
• Friends visiting the Inquisitor periodically (every time all the Rifts in an area are closed) to check up on them. Visits to Solas to try and stop or slow the spread of the Anchor. Loved ones offering distractions in whatever way they could. 
• Nightmares, temptations from Demons who always seem to be nearby–drawn by the glimpse in to the waking world that the Anchor provides. Waking up in a cold sweat with the Mark flashing green in the darkness.
• Returning from a harrowing event (Adamant, or the Well of Sorrows) tired and injured and susceptible to the ever-growing power of the Anchor. The Inquisitor accidentally opening a Rift in their sleep, waking tothe frantic and panicked yells of their companions as they struggle to repel the demons coming through.
• Hints of Solas’s guilt, because he know he inflicted this upon the Inquisitor. The Anchor should have been his burden to bear, but it’s not and now it’s destroying his friend. 
• The last night before the final confrontation with Corypheus, and the Inquisitor’s loved one comes to them. And for a moment they both try to pretend everything will be alright, trying to keep the illusion of optimism alive, but they both fall silent. Because the green cracks have spiderwebbed up the Inquisitor’s arm, across their chest, and now shine in polluted green irises. Because they both by now that there’s no coming back from this.
• The Inquisitor standing over the momentarily defeated Corypeus, underneath the reopened Breach, knowing that they could close it again but that it would never truly seal unless the Anchor was destroyed as well.
• The Inquisitor taking the Orb in to their marked hand, feeling it leech away what it had given all those years ago at the Conclave. Only the magic of the Anchor is too engrained in the Inquisitor and it rips the life from them as it leaves to seal the Breach–truly seal it this time.
• Solas crouching over the Inquisitor’s limp form with the sharttered pieces of the Orb in his hands. Tossing away the fragments and resting a heavy hand on the Inquisitor’s chest, bowing his head, uttering a broken “I’m sorry.” 
• Solas looking up at the Inquisitor’s other companions as they approach, slowly rising to let them fall at the side of their fearless leader. Fading in to the background and disappearing.
• Actual consequences for being marked by an ancient elven artifact, by foreign and dangerous magic.

Things I got from Inquisition:

• One piece of dialogue from a single character asking about the Anchor and its effects on the Inquisitor.