Back to the surface. Anders exhales with relief when he sees it, glad they're heading out, and then Herc's voice draws him up short. He stops and closes his eyes for a moment. There's no mistaking what that means. Turning, opening his eyes, he looks over at Herc.
"Some people give some sort of warning." The Calling claims them all in the end, but there's grief in Anders' expression despite how this isn't the most surprising thing. Herc's older. He's been a Warden for some time. It's to be expected, and yet it still stings. Having someone to follow, to respect, to sit down and chat with, is something Anders values greatly. He doesn't know about Blackwall yet, and Blackwall hadn't put himself out there for Anders the way Herc did.
"Maker, Herc. You know this puts me at third senior again? Are you really going to do that?" He's not serious. He just doesn't know what to say. Goodbyes aren't his strong suit, and he hasn't really had to practice them much in all of his running away.
Turn off the clock, one on one please
"Some people give some sort of warning." The Calling claims them all in the end, but there's grief in Anders' expression despite how this isn't the most surprising thing. Herc's older. He's been a Warden for some time. It's to be expected, and yet it still stings. Having someone to follow, to respect, to sit down and chat with, is something Anders values greatly. He doesn't know about Blackwall yet, and Blackwall hadn't put himself out there for Anders the way Herc did.
"Maker, Herc. You know this puts me at third senior again? Are you really going to do that?" He's not serious. He just doesn't know what to say. Goodbyes aren't his strong suit, and he hasn't really had to practice them much in all of his running away.