All right, all right, so no love lost, you don't have to get worked up about it.
[For a split second, Carver's sudden approach makes Anders think of his staff, resting against his chest of drawers where he'd left it in his room, but he holds his ground and waves Carver back instead of flinching, grateful all the same for a counter to put between them.
The hot emotion in the other man's face carries no small amount of spite, but after Carver's display of surprise at Anders' question, he doesn't think Carver means him harm--not him, exactly. To bring to justice a memory of another him, maybe. Ironic, considering Justice is the only spirit Anders would risk becoming a bona fide abomination for.
Mentally distancing himself from that other him helps soften the blow. He needs that distance. His selfishness deserves the ultimate punishment? Nobody wants to hear the best parts of themselves still aren't worth the air they breath, but he has to remember he and the others from Thedas are coming from completely different contexts.
Someone has to keep a clear head.]
You weren't a fan of whoever you knew, I get it. I'm not trying to convince your anger isn't justified, but you've been here long enough to understand what this place is capable of. I'm not that person. I don't know what he did or what happened to make him that way, but it doesn't sound like me in the slightest.
[Except maybe for the selfish part, but never to the extreme of endangering other people for the sake of protecting himself.
Blowing out a breath, Anders does his best to go against instinct and reach for diplomacy over teasing, making a concentrated effort to stay level. Carver's reacting; he needs to be proactive. If he doesn't, he gets the feeling he's going to be waiting a long time for Carver to get the message on his own, and that's time he can't afford to lose fighting about it.]
This is a nexus point for people from all sorts of circumstances. It's the year 9:31. I just became a Warden--to everyone's surprise, including my own, I might add. I'm not the Anders from your world. You can curse my name up and down the mansion of you want, but I'm trying to help everyone get out of here. I'd prefer to do that knowing I don't have to watch my back.
[And if that's too much to ask, he'd rather know that, too. He can keep clear of the other Thedosians just as well, though it's not ideal in this small space.]
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[For a split second, Carver's sudden approach makes Anders think of his staff, resting against his chest of drawers where he'd left it in his room, but he holds his ground and waves Carver back instead of flinching, grateful all the same for a counter to put between them.
The hot emotion in the other man's face carries no small amount of spite, but after Carver's display of surprise at Anders' question, he doesn't think Carver means him harm--not him, exactly. To bring to justice a memory of another him, maybe. Ironic, considering Justice is the only spirit Anders would risk becoming a bona fide abomination for.
Mentally distancing himself from that other him helps soften the blow. He needs that distance. His selfishness deserves the ultimate punishment? Nobody wants to hear the best parts of themselves still aren't worth the air they breath, but he has to remember he and the others from Thedas are coming from completely different contexts.
Someone has to keep a clear head.]
You weren't a fan of whoever you knew, I get it. I'm not trying to convince your anger isn't justified, but you've been here long enough to understand what this place is capable of. I'm not that person. I don't know what he did or what happened to make him that way, but it doesn't sound like me in the slightest.
[Except maybe for the selfish part, but never to the extreme of endangering other people for the sake of protecting himself.
Blowing out a breath, Anders does his best to go against instinct and reach for diplomacy over teasing, making a concentrated effort to stay level. Carver's reacting; he needs to be proactive. If he doesn't, he gets the feeling he's going to be waiting a long time for Carver to get the message on his own, and that's time he can't afford to lose fighting about it.]
This is a nexus point for people from all sorts of circumstances. It's the year 9:31. I just became a Warden--to everyone's surprise, including my own, I might add. I'm not the Anders from your world. You can curse my name up and down the mansion of you want, but I'm trying to help everyone get out of here. I'd prefer to do that knowing I don't have to watch my back.
[And if that's too much to ask, he'd rather know that, too. He can keep clear of the other Thedosians just as well, though it's not ideal in this small space.]