[ It's not that he wants to be this furious. Turns out only certain things and people can bring about the ultimate fury. Anders happens to be one of them. They didn't get along all that well while Carver was in Kirkwall—then again, Anders didn't really get along with anyone save for Varric, because for some odd reason that dwarf could stomach anyone—and they'd briefly entertained some sort of weird truce while down in the Deep Roads the second time. Not much of one, but it was there. Apparently having the Taint is enough to find a shitty common ground.

What he can't stand is that he wasn't sorry for what he'd done. At least, that's the story he's heard repeated more than once. And it isn't as if he didn't know Anders to believe it was true enough. Carver was never one to continuously leap to the defense of mages, but Anders was the sort to make anyone hate them. Seems he's still doing quite a good job of it right now.

Still simmering hurt feelings linger too closely under the surface, burning their way through his veins and need an outlet once again. He scowls and against his better judgement, takes several menacing steps closer. ]

I never cared much what happened to you one way or the other. Because you never cared about anyone but yourself and your absolute shit ideas. After what you did, you deserved it. But, what would have been a far better punishment for you would have been to let you live and force you to face everything and clean up the colossal fucking mess you started.