"Remind me to tell you about Fenris. He could do that trick. Should be dead though. That's a new one." Hawke was not quite sure what was going on here. That should've killed him.
Instead there was darkness clawing at his mind, voices whispering things, promises of power and freedom and Killian as his forever. It was like demons of the Fade only more, stronger, harder to fight. A change in magic and its strength did not change years of training on Hawke's part.
He dropped to a knee and focused his will on fighting back. No. No. No. He would not become what he hated most. He would not become a tool to demons and dark magic. "I can fight," he growled, looking up at Killian. "So you had better kill me because I will do nothing but fight. I will be a pain in your ass until I die, darling."
He grabbed Killian's hand, fire licking up his arm going towards his own heart. "And I will gladly kill myself to keep it from happening. Dark One, Templar, whoever. I won't be a puppet!"