[A number of cruel, gloating thoughts run through his mind, thoughts about how it's what Anders deserves, how he isn't sorry. Petty, squabbling thoughts about how Fenris had just answered a question, honestly, and Anders just had to get involved.
The two of them had always been at odds, if not each other's throats. Fenris can't deny the surge of rage and contempt he had felt in the wake of the Chantry's destruction. But he knew Hawke would never kill Anders, no matter how much the man asked--begged--for death. Hawke had reacted exactly as expected, as always: with tempered compassion. Everyone, Anders included, had fought together one last time.
Fenris had gone along with it, just as he had so many times before. He had seven years of something with Anders, and he can't easily forget it, whether he wants to or not.
He turns away, speaks to the ground.]
She seems like a soft touch. I'm sure the two of you will be perfectly fine.
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[A number of cruel, gloating thoughts run through his mind, thoughts about how it's what Anders deserves, how he isn't sorry. Petty, squabbling thoughts about how Fenris had just answered a question, honestly, and Anders just had to get involved.
The two of them had always been at odds, if not each other's throats. Fenris can't deny the surge of rage and contempt he had felt in the wake of the Chantry's destruction. But he knew Hawke would never kill Anders, no matter how much the man asked--begged--for death. Hawke had reacted exactly as expected, as always: with tempered compassion. Everyone, Anders included, had fought together one last time.
Fenris had gone along with it, just as he had so many times before. He had seven years of something with Anders, and he can't easily forget it, whether he wants to or not.
He turns away, speaks to the ground.]
She seems like a soft touch. I'm sure the two of you will be perfectly fine.
[And then he takes Anders's advice, and he goes.]