[Now that's a reassuring start. How many good explanations start with a request like that? Still, he has to give Anders a chance to share his story.]
Sure. Why not.
[He can do open-minded. There ought to be plenty of empty space in there to be open with. Although Alistair can't pretend he's not a little concerned about the direction this conversation might be taking.
A concern that Anders does nothing to allay.
Anders has a friend. That is a spirit. Possessing a corpse. Working with the Wardens. A being that came through to the real world from the Fade and possessed a corpse. But it's a good spirit. Apparently.
Now he's the one who can't stay still. Shoving himself to his feet Alistair paces across the room. Stops. Scrubs his face. Buries his hands in his hair. Exhales slowly and turns back to face Anders.]
A spirit. Not a demon. [If it weren't for Wynne he'd reject the whole idea out of hand. The Chantry taught that there were good spirits in the Fade but as far as templar training went, every spirit was dangerous and not to be trusted. And he hasn't seen much to contradict that view. There were always plenty of demons to be found but had he ever seen a single, benign spirit? Besides the one that Wynne said had saved her. Not by possessing her corpse. Thankfully.]
And you think this... spirit. Is the one to possess you and turn you into an abomination? [That sounds a lot like just a smart demon to him. Waiting till someone trusts it and then possessing them is a demony thing to do.] But you still think it's a good spirit.
action;
Sure. Why not.
[He can do open-minded. There ought to be plenty of empty space in there to be open with. Although Alistair can't pretend he's not a little concerned about the direction this conversation might be taking.
A concern that Anders does nothing to allay.
Anders has a friend. That is a spirit. Possessing a corpse. Working with the Wardens. A being that came through to the real world from the Fade and possessed a corpse. But it's a good spirit. Apparently.
Now he's the one who can't stay still. Shoving himself to his feet Alistair paces across the room. Stops. Scrubs his face. Buries his hands in his hair. Exhales slowly and turns back to face Anders.]
A spirit. Not a demon. [If it weren't for Wynne he'd reject the whole idea out of hand. The Chantry taught that there were good spirits in the Fade but as far as templar training went, every spirit was dangerous and not to be trusted. And he hasn't seen much to contradict that view. There were always plenty of demons to be found but had he ever seen a single, benign spirit? Besides the one that Wynne said had saved her. Not by possessing her corpse. Thankfully.]
And you think this... spirit. Is the one to possess you and turn you into an abomination? [That sounds a lot like just a smart demon to him. Waiting till someone trusts it and then possessing them is a demony thing to do.] But you still think it's a good spirit.