[Fenris's eyes widen, just slightly. His muscles, such as they are, tense. Anders doesn't deserve happiness. He doesn't deserve to flee from what he did, to forget it ever happened. To build a new life. Anders hasn't earned that, in Fenris's eyes. He hasn't answered for anything.

It's infuriating.

He stops himself from looking away, keeps his eyes--still as piercing green as ever--fixed on Anders's smug face.]

Mmm. Hawke and I are working on it.

[He should turn on his heel now and just walk away, but he can't help himself. Never could, with Anders. So he goes on, his deep voice soft and cold.]

I'm glad, though. You wanted to run away with him, and you have. You wanted a new life, and you've got it. No harm will come to you here.

[He inclines his head to one side.]

No justice.