He listens to the story. At 'it' being taken away, he figures he doesn't need more than that. Not between mages. The first time he'd been silenced he hadn't even understood anything, had been too overcome with the yelling and the armored men taking him from his home. A mage who gets that they have magic, knows how it feels, to have it taken away like that the first time? Definite a shock.
Not a shock: that it's a Templar Alan has a problem with.
"I'm sorry." It's the best he can offer, really. "It would be nice if ghosts stayed in our pasts rather than appearing again. But they have a habit of not doing so."
He listens, and that matters. Alan rarely speaks so much of himself in a breath. To find that Anders has heard, it's —
— The best he can offer, and no falsehood for it. Alan's head tips up to settle into the silence. A spider makes slow passes between the cross-poles, weaves itself a home within the corners.
"I can't outrun it." Neither of them can. The past owns a rapid pace, of late. "So maybe I need to let it find me."
Not be led to it, not like that again, a dog on a lead. No: Wear the skin of it, those places he's from, the truths he's felt. Let them see who he is, and let himself know it, too. If you hold any shape long enough, it starts to seem as though it's all that's there.
Letting it find him, it sounds like Alan's asking, and that's... complicated. Anders looks off to the side. He's not one for opening up, much of the time. He'll use details to make a case, certainly, tuck something into a joke to soften the truth of it, but it's only rarely that he voices something that strikes close to home.
His lips press together, and he shakes his head after a moment. When he speaks, his voice is hushed.
"In some ways, yes." Another breath, and then he's looking back at Alan.
"There's a fair chance, with the world as large as it is, that none would have found me. That I could have taken up residence as a healer in a small village somewhere warm, and simply avoided the world." Grown a full beard, kept his hair short, few enough survived that had known him that he could have made it.
"But I couldn't. I'm only one of the multiple causes of the war, the mage-templar war, but I am one of the causes. I've a responsibility to help, and I knew it. That awareness... I couldn't step back from that. I couldn't become non-aware, non-involved."
A shrug, as if to suggest walking into an outpost where people knew him and others were likely to discover him had been nothing.
"I didn't think I'd long left, when I walked into Skyhold. But I knew I had to use it the right way, and so yes. It's better to take a stand than slip away, even if it's far from easier."
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.
It's blasphemy to compare himself to Andraste, he knows it, but in this he feels there's a parallel. They hadn't seen other ways.
"When the situation is overwhelming, sometimes it seems like there's no options save what one can do in that moment. And sometimes that's not a good option, not in the least. They forget to hope, or they've forgotten how to hope."
He doesn't think Andraste wanted to die. Then again, sometimes having a martyr can bring power to a group it otherwise wouldn't have had. Maybe that had been her hope. Or maybe there really hadn't been any other choice. He can't say. He wasn't there.
"You make a choice, and it's made. Sometimes for good, sometimes for ill. And yes, returning to the other. I could have done good for a time. But I would not have done the right sort of good if I stayed hidden away."
What choices Alan is facing, Anders doesn't know. He just hopes the boy has more room here than Anders had felt he had in Kirkwall.
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Not a shock: that it's a Templar Alan has a problem with.
"I'm sorry." It's the best he can offer, really. "It would be nice if ghosts stayed in our pasts rather than appearing again. But they have a habit of not doing so."
He gives Alan a few moments of quiet.
"Do you know what you're going to do about this?"
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— The best he can offer, and no falsehood for it. Alan's head tips up to settle into the silence. A spider makes slow passes between the cross-poles, weaves itself a home within the corners.
"I can't outrun it." Neither of them can. The past owns a rapid pace, of late. "So maybe I need to let it find me."
Not be led to it, not like that again, a dog on a lead. No: Wear the skin of it, those places he's from, the truths he's felt. Let them see who he is, and let himself know it, too. If you hold any shape long enough, it starts to seem as though it's all that's there.
And he's been holding hidden for twelve years.
"Was it — is it better?"
Now that they've found Anders.
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His lips press together, and he shakes his head after a moment. When he speaks, his voice is hushed.
"In some ways, yes." Another breath, and then he's looking back at Alan.
"There's a fair chance, with the world as large as it is, that none would have found me. That I could have taken up residence as a healer in a small village somewhere warm, and simply avoided the world." Grown a full beard, kept his hair short, few enough survived that had known him that he could have made it.
"But I couldn't. I'm only one of the multiple causes of the war, the mage-templar war, but I am one of the causes. I've a responsibility to help, and I knew it. That awareness... I couldn't step back from that. I couldn't become non-aware, non-involved."
A shrug, as if to suggest walking into an outpost where people knew him and others were likely to discover him had been nothing.
"I didn't think I'd long left, when I walked into Skyhold. But I knew I had to use it the right way, and so yes. It's better to take a stand than slip away, even if it's far from easier."
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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.
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It's blasphemy to compare himself to Andraste, he knows it, but in this he feels there's a parallel. They hadn't seen other ways.
"When the situation is overwhelming, sometimes it seems like there's no options save what one can do in that moment. And sometimes that's not a good option, not in the least. They forget to hope, or they've forgotten how to hope."
He doesn't think Andraste wanted to die. Then again, sometimes having a martyr can bring power to a group it otherwise wouldn't have had. Maybe that had been her hope. Or maybe there really hadn't been any other choice. He can't say. He wasn't there.
"You make a choice, and it's made. Sometimes for good, sometimes for ill. And yes, returning to the other. I could have done good for a time. But I would not have done the right sort of good if I stayed hidden away."
What choices Alan is facing, Anders doesn't know. He just hopes the boy has more room here than Anders had felt he had in Kirkwall.
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He shifts, at last, to stand.
"I should," Think about all of this. "Should check on the soldier."
(A broken leg, that's what happens when you run on a slippery battlement. At least that's what happens to other people.)
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"Let me know if you need anything else. I'm often available on the crystals or in the healing tents."
And hopefully he helped here.