[Anders comes up off the bed for a moment at the hard grind and how Nate doesn't stop as he'd expected. He keeps going, and oh, it's such a good struggle. Nate's making noises now too, delicious and beautiful, all because of how good he feels inside Anders.]

Nothing... Nothing that you have wrought... shall be lost.

[He knows far more of the Canticle of Trials than he'd generally admit to, but he'd had a year alone with one book. That leaves an impression, though not nearly as pleasant as the one Nate's cock is leaving in his ass.]

I am not alone, Ma--Nate, yes, keep...

[There's a little rock of his hips, as much as Anders can manage just yet. The muscles throughout his body are tense, though there's a little shaking in his thighs from how much he's feeling. Anders reaches up to cup Nate's face.]

Even as I stumble on the path with my eyes closed, yet I see your light is here.