Anders' eyes narrow, but probably not for the expected reason. He'd had his own encounter with Meredith, or her facsimile, and while it hadn't been pleasant it hadn't knocked him out for over a week. "I don't like that it can become them," he murmurs, because who knows what other forms the Matrix and machines could take to hurt them? (And by them he mostly be means... Hawke.)
They're curled close and he still feels all post-weeping and shivery, but he manages a smile nonetheless. "You are an excellent specimen of humanity, though," he points out, all heart eyes. "I can't think of anyone better to represent us." Even if he hates that the result was... this.
no subject
means... Hawke.)
They're curled close and he still feels all post-weeping and shivery, but he manages a smile nonetheless. "You are an excellent specimen of humanity, though," he points out, all heart eyes. "I can't think of anyone better to represent us." Even if he hates that the result was... this.