[Put that way, maybe this isn't a demon's web of illusions, after all, but some special corner of the afterlife where people who make fun of the Chantry go when they die. That would make a lot of sense. Some days Wonderland feels like it's sole purpose is to make Anders despise and doubt himself--that reeks of the Chantry.]
You can rest easy, I'm not about to go on any rampages today. And probably not tomorrow, either. But... thanks. For listening.
[He means it, even if he still has a knot in his gut.]
And if that happens, I pity the first person who compares him to a demon. You can thank me later for warning you ahead of time--Justice doesn't take that kind of talk laying down. Bit of a sensitive subject, that.
[The attempt to take his mind off of things merits an amused snort, at the very least. He can see what Alistair's doing and he's grateful someone would make the attempt at all.]
It could have a little something to do with who you are, too. I don't think anyone's going to mistake me for a king anytime soon.
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You can rest easy, I'm not about to go on any rampages today. And probably not tomorrow, either. But... thanks. For listening.
[He means it, even if he still has a knot in his gut.]
And if that happens, I pity the first person who compares him to a demon. You can thank me later for warning you ahead of time--Justice doesn't take that kind of talk laying down. Bit of a sensitive subject, that.
[The attempt to take his mind off of things merits an amused snort, at the very least. He can see what Alistair's doing and he's grateful someone would make the attempt at all.]
It could have a little something to do with who you are, too. I don't think anyone's going to mistake me for a king anytime soon.