Vengeance? Justice wouldn't call himself that. Spirits aren't exactly flexible about that kind of thing. And he wouldn't do those things--not without a complete personality transplant.
[By the time the appalled protest is out of his mouth, he already regrets it. There's too much he doesn't understand about this; he exhales roughly and swallows back the sick feeling in his throat. His head feels like a thirty pound sandbag attached to his shoulders, fit to burst from this new information.
Nonetheless, dread gives his reply a sharp immediacy.]
I am positive. What you're talking about is...
[All the words for "horrible" come to mind, but they're a pale representation of what he feels, like a faded afterimage set beside a color photograph. They don't come close to encompassing the truth--yet it takes effort to keep from babbling the words uncontrollably to distance himself from Carver's world and everything in it.
The tension increases in the line of his jaw as if he's physically holding the words back before he answers.]
It sounds like he or... or they paid for it. That has to be enough.
[Because Anders--the one standing here now--doesn't have an explanation for how things could take such a turn for the worse.]
You and the Fenris must have thought I was still possessed and out of my mind. Well, I'm not. I'm just a Warden and an apostate trying to get by, and that's it. I'm in no hurry to walk a mile in your Anders' shoes.
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[By the time the appalled protest is out of his mouth, he already regrets it. There's too much he doesn't understand about this; he exhales roughly and swallows back the sick feeling in his throat. His head feels like a thirty pound sandbag attached to his shoulders, fit to burst from this new information.
Nonetheless, dread gives his reply a sharp immediacy.]
I am positive. What you're talking about is...
[All the words for "horrible" come to mind, but they're a pale representation of what he feels, like a faded afterimage set beside a color photograph. They don't come close to encompassing the truth--yet it takes effort to keep from babbling the words uncontrollably to distance himself from Carver's world and everything in it.
The tension increases in the line of his jaw as if he's physically holding the words back before he answers.]
It sounds like he or... or they paid for it. That has to be enough.
[Because Anders--the one standing here now--doesn't have an explanation for how things could take such a turn for the worse.]
You and the Fenris must have thought I was still possessed and out of my mind. Well, I'm not. I'm just a Warden and an apostate trying to get by, and that's it. I'm in no hurry to walk a mile in your Anders' shoes.