He points out, voice soft. A responsibility to help,
Anders has bared his throat here, Alan isn't unaware, wants instinctively to comfort — but it's a token sort of offering, because the decision that Anders speaks is familiar, almost nostalgic for its certainty.
Perhaps it shouldn't be, they always held themselves apart from the world below. But it was to a higher purpose. It was taking a stand, in its own way.
(It couldn't last.)
It's all... complex. He doesn't know what to make of it still, all these shifting little convictions, the way his feelings flit from one view to the next.
"We have to," He mulls, begins again. "We have to choose our responsibilities, I think. Have to commit to them. To each other."
"I just wonder at what we trade. Andraste gave her life —" Twice over. "— At times, I wonder if it was the only way."
A confession he's not aired elsewhere, and guilty for it.
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He points out, voice soft. A responsibility to help,
Anders has bared his throat here, Alan isn't unaware, wants instinctively to comfort — but it's a token sort of offering, because the decision that Anders speaks is familiar, almost nostalgic for its certainty.
Perhaps it shouldn't be, they always held themselves apart from the world below. But it was to a higher purpose. It was taking a stand, in its own way.
(It couldn't last.)
It's all... complex. He doesn't know what to make of it still, all these shifting little convictions, the way his feelings flit from one view to the next.
"We have to," He mulls, begins again. "We have to choose our responsibilities, I think. Have to commit to them. To each other."
"I just wonder at what we trade. Andraste gave her life —" Twice over. "— At times, I wonder if it was the only way."
A confession he's not aired elsewhere, and guilty for it.