[There's a calm, a pulse in the back of his mind like a cooling wind on a hot day and it's all he can possibly ask for in regards to an answer.]
I think...he's willing to try.
I imagine the possibility of returning to the fade is a stronger motivation than the option of being stuffed into another host of some sort.
[He gave her a small smile.]
If you think we had trouble adjusting to this place, imagine how it must be for him. I don't think there's a thing on this fleet that makes sense to him.
[Of course, that wasn't really it. Not by half. But as much as he wanted to talk to her about the corruption growing every day and every burst of anger, about the fight he'd had with Hawke because he couldn't even talk to his love about something morally grey without Justice taking Anders' anger and burning it brighter into a flame that couldn't be argued with. Not by Hawke, not even by Anders himself.]
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I think...he's willing to try.
I imagine the possibility of returning to the fade is a stronger motivation than the option of being stuffed into another host of some sort.
[He gave her a small smile.]
If you think we had trouble adjusting to this place, imagine how it must be for him. I don't think there's a thing on this fleet that makes sense to him.
[Of course, that wasn't really it. Not by half. But as much as he wanted to talk to her about the corruption growing every day and every burst of anger, about the fight he'd had with Hawke because he couldn't even talk to his love about something morally grey without Justice taking Anders' anger and burning it brighter into a flame that couldn't be argued with. Not by Hawke, not even by Anders himself.]