[Fenris drops the vial into the box; he has courtesy enough for that, at least. On some distant level, he's aware that much of what between them has a new cast here; a different meaning. Anders is no longer an abomination.
But he's still a murderer.
Fenris stands beside the box, arms folded over his chest. He doesn't quite have the presence he used to, but he's hoping that he can project an air of unfriendliness so strong it's tactile, and people will just step around rather than on him. He's got a good glare on, at least.]
So tell me. How have you sold yourself to these people?
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[Fenris drops the vial into the box; he has courtesy enough for that, at least. On some distant level, he's aware that much of what between them has a new cast here; a different meaning. Anders is no longer an abomination.
But he's still a murderer.
Fenris stands beside the box, arms folded over his chest. He doesn't quite have the presence he used to, but he's hoping that he can project an air of unfriendliness so strong it's tactile, and people will just step around rather than on him. He's got a good glare on, at least.]
So tell me. How have you sold yourself to these people?