Because he doubted and mistrusted you, Anders' mind non-helpfully fills in. He takes a bite, acknowledging the blow to his pride and breathing past it. It's not fair to be upset about it when he'd done his own searching with Teren. Not that he'd told her there might be a lot of corpses to be stumbled upon.

"I'd meant to ask him for more," he says slowly, "but then every time I saw him after that there were too many patients and I became preoccupied." He'd had to prioritize the still-living, no matter how barely they were hanging on, over the dead.

His expression is as guarded as possible when he looks up, but the slight tension in his voice betrays him. "And did he have more to say on the topic?"