"Or would it have been easier? Less worry about barriers?" They need a class on this, how to deal with loss. It's almost easier for Max, because he doesn't have anything to fear when showing that something's hurting. Anders crosses his arms over his chest as if trying to hold everything he's feeling close. It, unsurprisingly, doesn't work well. Especially considering he doesn't have a secondary voice helping him rein everything in now.

His voice is very tight when he speaks again. "I'm not a Fereldan; I'll never yield to a dog's leadership. You lot can. I'm Anders. We yield to... To..." The joke falls apart when he can't figure something out, especially after this latest mess up North. Anders exhales and looks down at his boots. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. We were supposed to at least deal with Corypheus or Weisshaupt before losing anyone. What team goes and loses someone before getting somewhere? We got griffons but that doesn't count."