"Just..." There's puzzlement on his face, confusion and surprise. "But he..."
There'd been such a clear implication, such obvious doubt. If they didn't lose people, why had Estmond been so convinced they would? Why had there been so much discarded clothing?
"He was certain we were going to lose people." It isn't an argument. He's trying to talk himself through understanding something quite this inexplicable. "So certain. The way you are after you've..."
No longer is he looking at Myr; instead he's staring at a wall as he rubs one of his temples. That one factor had set him entirely on the wrong path, and while certainly his attitude toward the Chantry had influenced how readily he'd accepted it, the heaviest influence in his acceptance had been Estmond's certainty and worry and the way it tied into Anders' experience as a healer. He'd given full blind belief to a medical worker the way he'd accused Myr of blindly believing anyone involved with the Chantry.
He breathes out a quiet, frustrated 'fuck' before shaking his head. "Half-answers. I went with half-answers the entire damn time. They lost lives, but not the patients. Spirit magic was dangerous, but to the targets of it rather than the casters. There were demonic influences, but not demons of our world's making."
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There'd been such a clear implication, such obvious doubt. If they didn't lose people, why had Estmond been so convinced they would? Why had there been so much discarded clothing?
"He was certain we were going to lose people." It isn't an argument. He's trying to talk himself through understanding something quite this inexplicable. "So certain. The way you are after you've..."
No longer is he looking at Myr; instead he's staring at a wall as he rubs one of his temples. That one factor had set him entirely on the wrong path, and while certainly his attitude toward the Chantry had influenced how readily he'd accepted it, the heaviest influence in his acceptance had been Estmond's certainty and worry and the way it tied into Anders' experience as a healer. He'd given full blind belief to a medical worker the way he'd accused Myr of blindly believing anyone involved with the Chantry.
He breathes out a quiet, frustrated 'fuck' before shaking his head. "Half-answers. I went with half-answers the entire damn time. They lost lives, but not the patients. Spirit magic was dangerous, but to the targets of it rather than the casters. There were demonic influences, but not demons of our world's making."