[ Right now Carver isn't aware of a time when the anger will subside over Anders' actions. He never quite felt at home in Kirkwall, but that never meant he wanted it harmed in such a way. Just as he may not always agree with everything the Chantry says and does, but that doesn't mean he wants it blown up at the whims of some half-cocked apostate. So, he's just going to be mad when he hears his voice and sees his stupid face.
He frowns and backs up slightly from the counter, putting the needed space between them. Likely for the best. He doesn't want to go back on his word, after all, and throttle the idiot just for breathing. ]
Of course, I'm serious, you sodding idiot. I wouldn't throw that around as some sort of merry bloody jape.
[ Not for the first time he's wishing he just stayed in his room. Carver's hand lifts and he rubs against his forehead. It takes a special kind of person to give him a headache by simply talking. ]
Maybe the you now wouldn't consider it. But the you with Justice—or Vengeance, or whatever he wants to call himself—considered it and didn't even bat one sodding lash.
[ His arms cross over his chest and he gives a rather reckless sort of sneer. ]
And considering you're from the past, you can't be positive of anything. Would there be a world of Thedas out there when you didn't turn into a sodding maniac, that's great. In fact I hope it's true somewhere. But, that won't change anything for me or for Fenris. For us, it was still you.
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He frowns and backs up slightly from the counter, putting the needed space between them. Likely for the best. He doesn't want to go back on his word, after all, and throttle the idiot just for breathing. ]
Of course, I'm serious, you sodding idiot. I wouldn't throw that around as some sort of merry bloody jape.
[ Not for the first time he's wishing he just stayed in his room. Carver's hand lifts and he rubs against his forehead. It takes a special kind of person to give him a headache by simply talking. ]
Maybe the you now wouldn't consider it. But the you with Justice—or Vengeance, or whatever he wants to call himself—considered it and didn't even bat one sodding lash.
[ His arms cross over his chest and he gives a rather reckless sort of sneer. ]
And considering you're from the past, you can't be positive of anything. Would there be a world of Thedas out there when you didn't turn into a sodding maniac, that's great. In fact I hope it's true somewhere. But, that won't change anything for me or for Fenris. For us, it was still you.