Everything has been pain for what feels like hours, but finally he's starting to hear things through it. Combat and arguing. Voices he knows and one he doesn't, and Anders manages to get his eyes open to see sky. Peaceful, open, sky, which he knows is deceptive. Especially as Adelaide yells about Kirkwall. He closes his eyes again to feel guilt and hear... nothing. No commentary. Nothing on how it was justified and right and needed, no accompaniment of righteous fury. Anders' eyes snap back open and he manages to roll on his side despite the pain thundering through his head. Nate's in front of him, but past Nate... Past Nate is such a familiar voice and unfamiliar form, yelling about what it's done. Justice. But twisted. Twisted, and throwing Adelaide, and being attacked, and Anders can't even get up to a sitting position yet.

This can't be happening. This can't be going so wrong. Bethany's on the ground, there are demons, and this can only end one way.

"No." The quiet word is as close to a prayer as he's ever managed. What else he can manage is small, a thin bolt of lightning zipping past Nate to strike one of the shades - the one furthest from any allies. Double-vision makes this a little risky, but he needs time, anything. There still has to be a way to salvage this. Somehow. To save all of his friends.