[ Now that sounds more like the Anders he remembers. Cocky, arrogant, ready with a sarcastic quip to cover his inadequacies. And there were so many Fenris could barely count them all at the time. But aggravating as it is to admit, he cannot blame Anders completely.
He is no magister. Born to power, he isn't necessarily born to cruelty and depravity. If he'd had the proper guidance, if Hawke had been a leader and a role model instead of a selfish tyrant, perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps the fault lies with her. For all Fenris knows, she may have used her blood magic to turn him to her own ends.
Because he'd been different in the beginning. Insufferable, yet not mad. But in the end...
Fenris blinks out of his musings, then scrutinizes the image he sees before him. It is Anders. ]
You don't remember. [ It's not quite a question and Fenris isn't entirely certain how he feels about it. On the one hand, he understands what that feels like. On the other, the bastard doesn't deserve to forget what he's done. ] We spent eight years together.
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He is no magister. Born to power, he isn't necessarily born to cruelty and depravity. If he'd had the proper guidance, if Hawke had been a leader and a role model instead of a selfish tyrant, perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps the fault lies with her. For all Fenris knows, she may have used her blood magic to turn him to her own ends.
Because he'd been different in the beginning. Insufferable, yet not mad. But in the end...
Fenris blinks out of his musings, then scrutinizes the image he sees before him. It is Anders. ]
You don't remember. [ It's not quite a question and Fenris isn't entirely certain how he feels about it. On the one hand, he understands what that feels like. On the other, the bastard doesn't deserve to forget what he's done. ] We spent eight years together.
[ It doesn't occur to him how that might sound. ]
I am Fenris.