[To slough off the event's alternate identity to find the room next door taken over by a new tenant is a poor way to return to his right mind. Alistair, despite what conflicting memories he has of the man as a king and a Warden, is one of vanishingly few people Anders cares about. Actually cares about.
This is what happens when you let yourself care--you end up hurting. The best Anders can do is wish his friend well wherever he is.
It's woefully inadequate.]
You beat me to the bad news. The fourth floor is sounding lonelier for it. No more warrior banging around in armor at all hours of the day.
[And no more Purrlock filling the halls with his cries for attention, either. He's going to miss seeing Alistair carrying that silly cat around. Maybe he can convince Robyn to let him visit the little guy every once in a while...]
For you and Purrlock, I have plenty of time. Would you like to meet?
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This is what happens when you let yourself care--you end up hurting. The best Anders can do is wish his friend well wherever he is.
It's woefully inadequate.]
You beat me to the bad news. The fourth floor is sounding lonelier for it. No more warrior banging around in armor at all hours of the day.
[And no more Purrlock filling the halls with his cries for attention, either. He's going to miss seeing Alistair carrying that silly cat around. Maybe he can convince Robyn to let him visit the little guy every once in a while...]
For you and Purrlock, I have plenty of time. Would you like to meet?