[Anders' tone trails off into disconsolate waters. It sounds worse when Alistair says it in his skeptical, kingly voice like that.
Admittedly, perhaps they'd rushed into the idea more quickly than he would've been comfortable with had circumstances been different--if Kristoff's body hadn't literally been falling to pieces, if the templars hadn't been so damned persistent in their grudge against him. Rolan was forcing his hand; he'd wanted to believe he and Justice could help each other so that if Rolan made a move, he'd be ready for it. That's a part of the story he leaves out, feeling it best not to stir Alistair's templar sympathies anymore than he already has.
He doesn't have long to dwell before Alistair postulates a third party could be involved, causing Anders to look up from his hands with a jokingly affronted look.]
Hey, what do you take me for? I don't let just anyone get their hands on this. [He points his thumb at himself.] I'm not a halfway house.
[And there's only so much space inside him--one squatter is quite enough.]
We're taught most possessions end poorly because a demon traps a mage's spirit in the Fade and uses their body as a conduit, but if anything, I'd be trapping Justice, not the other way around. Besides, I can't even say for sure it's because of Justice. Anything could have happened in that time. How am I supposed to guess how another me becomes a super villain years from now? Maybe I never passed my Harrowing and somehow escaped with a demon. Maybe I was in the tower when Uldred made his move...
[Chilling thoughts, both of them. He brings a hand up to rub the back of it across his eyes, digging knuckles in.]
I don't know how someone can be me but not be me. I thought my Mirror was the disturbing double I was supposed to worry about.
action;
[Anders' tone trails off into disconsolate waters. It sounds worse when Alistair says it in his skeptical, kingly voice like that.
Admittedly, perhaps they'd rushed into the idea more quickly than he would've been comfortable with had circumstances been different--if Kristoff's body hadn't literally been falling to pieces, if the templars hadn't been so damned persistent in their grudge against him. Rolan was forcing his hand; he'd wanted to believe he and Justice could help each other so that if Rolan made a move, he'd be ready for it. That's a part of the story he leaves out, feeling it best not to stir Alistair's templar sympathies anymore than he already has.
He doesn't have long to dwell before Alistair postulates a third party could be involved, causing Anders to look up from his hands with a jokingly affronted look.]
Hey, what do you take me for? I don't let just anyone get their hands on this. [He points his thumb at himself.] I'm not a halfway house.
[And there's only so much space inside him--one squatter is quite enough.]
We're taught most possessions end poorly because a demon traps a mage's spirit in the Fade and uses their body as a conduit, but if anything, I'd be trapping Justice, not the other way around. Besides, I can't even say for sure it's because of Justice. Anything could have happened in that time. How am I supposed to guess how another me becomes a super villain years from now? Maybe I never passed my Harrowing and somehow escaped with a demon. Maybe I was in the tower when Uldred made his move...
[Chilling thoughts, both of them. He brings a hand up to rub the back of it across his eyes, digging knuckles in.]
I don't know how someone can be me but not be me. I thought my Mirror was the disturbing double I was supposed to worry about.