That sweet disposition of yours must make you a hit at parties.
[It's a low-key taunt, less a deflection and more something to fill the silence with. There's not a lot he can say in support of or against Carver's lack of closure. There's not a lot to say. It is what it is, and it's personal, wrapped up in feelings of anger and betrayal and the relationship between brother and sister, none of which Anders is privy to as a stranger on the outside looking in.
How can he judge what had gone on in this alternate history without having lived it? He chafes at being used as a stand-in for someone else, but he can give Carver the chance to say his piece. That much, he can do. From what he's hearing, it's more than the other him had done.
Anders' moves backward until he can rest his hands on the far counter behind him, letting the distance bring with it clearer perspective.]
If something went wrong after they merged... if they became an abomination in the truest sense of the word, then it's better that someone put an end to it. Safer. For everyone.
[Validating the necessity of his and Justice's deaths leaves the taste of bitter ash in his mouth. In most situations, he doesn't have a problem finding his voice, but he labors in getting the words out; it takes breaking eye contact to do it, and even then, immediately after Anders reaches to open the refrigerator door for something to do.
He spots juice in a carton. He doesn't particularly want juice, but he pulls it out and makes a show of taking a cup out of a cupboard. It gives him a chance to turn his back and make sure his composure hasn't slipped.]
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[It's a low-key taunt, less a deflection and more something to fill the silence with. There's not a lot he can say in support of or against Carver's lack of closure. There's not a lot to say. It is what it is, and it's personal, wrapped up in feelings of anger and betrayal and the relationship between brother and sister, none of which Anders is privy to as a stranger on the outside looking in.
How can he judge what had gone on in this alternate history without having lived it? He chafes at being used as a stand-in for someone else, but he can give Carver the chance to say his piece. That much, he can do. From what he's hearing, it's more than the other him had done.
Anders' moves backward until he can rest his hands on the far counter behind him, letting the distance bring with it clearer perspective.]
If something went wrong after they merged... if they became an abomination in the truest sense of the word, then it's better that someone put an end to it. Safer. For everyone.
[Validating the necessity of his and Justice's deaths leaves the taste of bitter ash in his mouth. In most situations, he doesn't have a problem finding his voice, but he labors in getting the words out; it takes breaking eye contact to do it, and even then, immediately after Anders reaches to open the refrigerator door for something to do.
He spots juice in a carton. He doesn't particularly want juice, but he pulls it out and makes a show of taking a cup out of a cupboard. It gives him a chance to turn his back and make sure his composure hasn't slipped.]