[ That one word, and Anders' smirk drops away. His eyes narrow, shifting the box to the side. ]
You say that like you know anything about Justice.
[ It's audibly a proper noun. Anders' teeth grit, and he feels the familiar flare of anger deep within, that cold rush in his veins he always thought of as inhuman, the rage that wants to imbue his limbs with violence. It's a part of himself he's always thought of as the spirit's presence in his body, but perhaps his emotions are not so easily delineated, because there are no spirits in the real world.
Still, when he clenches a fist, he doesnt entirely feel in control of it. ]
He thought we should pay for what we did, too. Maybe just as much as you do. But he's not here now.
[ Even though he thinks there's more justice, true justice, in the workings of Zion than there ever was in Kirkwall. ]
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You say that like you know anything about Justice.
[ It's audibly a proper noun. Anders' teeth grit, and he feels the familiar flare of anger deep within, that cold rush in his veins he always thought of as inhuman, the rage that wants to imbue his limbs with violence. It's a part of himself he's always thought of as the spirit's presence in his body, but perhaps his emotions are not so easily delineated, because there are no spirits in the real world.
Still, when he clenches a fist, he doesnt entirely feel in control of it. ]
He thought we should pay for what we did, too. Maybe just as much as you do. But he's not here now.
[ Even though he thinks there's more justice, true justice, in the workings of Zion than there ever was in Kirkwall. ]
It's just me.