[Anders is conspicuously silent throughout the talk of recommitting themselves to their oaths of comradeship in Wonderland, stopping Corypheus, and forgiving the Wardens' mages for losing their minds and falling to demon-summoning. Ancient magisters, real? The Wardens condoning blood magic and being tricked into destroying themselves? Nothing makes a single lick of sense. What's next, flying nugs that breath fire? It's crazy, and surely they see that. Surely he can't be the only one bursting with things to say.
But the thing is, he can't say anything about it, and that's the worst part.
The questions rise up like bile in his throat, but he can't vent them, not after his conversation with Alistair about him succumbing to demonic influence. Not suspecting Carver Hawke could be the same Hawke he'd been warned had killed him. Crack the lid on that can of worms and there'd be no putting it back. Troubling as Carver's story is, Anders isn't prepared to blow up their gathering with some ill-timed comment that sparks another debate about the future.
He breathes out through his nose and watches the zig-zagging path of a star above his head. Stewing in silence it is, then.
At least until there's another lull in the conversation. He was never all that great at the staying quiet thing.]
I should've known this wouldn't be a pleasant meeting with snacks where we go around in a circle and play ice breaker games. Can someone explain what an Inquisition is and why it isn't a forgotten bit of history?
[Inquisitor this, darkspawn-magister that. For being the future, it sure seems to be fond of bring back golden oldies from centuries long past.]
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But the thing is, he can't say anything about it, and that's the worst part.
The questions rise up like bile in his throat, but he can't vent them, not after his conversation with Alistair about him succumbing to demonic influence. Not suspecting Carver Hawke could be the same Hawke he'd been warned had killed him. Crack the lid on that can of worms and there'd be no putting it back. Troubling as Carver's story is, Anders isn't prepared to blow up their gathering with some ill-timed comment that sparks another debate about the future.
He breathes out through his nose and watches the zig-zagging path of a star above his head. Stewing in silence it is, then.
At least until there's another lull in the conversation. He was never all that great at the staying quiet thing.]
I should've known this wouldn't be a pleasant meeting with snacks where we go around in a circle and play ice breaker games. Can someone explain what an Inquisition is and why it isn't a forgotten bit of history?
[Inquisitor this, darkspawn-magister that. For being the future, it sure seems to be fond of bring back golden oldies from centuries long past.]