Most of what she says he discards with ease. Undoubtedly she had points from a mortal point of view, but he cannot see them. Anders arrived alive, was still alive. That anyone could see harm from surviving and giving all of themselves was beyond his understanding.

Fear doing harm, however, and undoing what has been accomplished thus far, he finds valid. People let fear rule them all too often. He frowned more as he was forced to sit. It was not right to judge or take away because of this, but it was true that they might.

"I will relent now. But if people begin to pass away, fears of him are less a concern than loss of life." Justice waits a moment to relinquish control in hopes of getting his point across. Life matters. But one specific life did not matter more than groups.

Anders' skin seems to close, eyes returning to golden and filled with confusion as he blinks and tries to make sense of where they are. He'd fallen asleep in a chair? Entirely possible, and he looks over at Adelaide who has his arm for some reason. Worry, probably. They're all feeling the strain.

"I seem to have sat down for just a moment and drifted off. Give me a..." He exhales, rubbing his forehead. "I may need a few more minutes, I'm sorry."