Bruce can feel it pressing at the corners of his mind, the vision enough to rose its ire and his own emotions. His mind flashes by with a series of images; chains, templars, swords and weapons and--

Not real. Bruce does his best to dispel those images before they become too prominent. He hears Anders speaking to him, and honestly Bruce just wants to shove him away and ignore him but he can't do that right now - can't afford to, anyway. He's in enough of a delicate position as it is.

"I'm fine," he says through gritted teeth. It's not entirely a lie, he would be fine--eventually. Once he had some time to keep everything back under control. It wasn't a big issue, but with all that's been happening recently he is a bit more on edge than normal.