Bruce doesn't care what Anders thinks of him. He's never cared what people think of him, because in the end it doesn't matter. Nothing here was permanent, not for him. The Inquisition wasn't going to be here forever. In time they too would be gone, though Bruce is certain he'll have moved on by then, if he wasn't dead. As it is he's already stayed here for much longer than he ever anticipated. It had only been supposed to be a few months to lay low after what happened, but now...

Well. He supposes it doesn't matter anyway. Nothing matters, when you're a monster and that's all you'll ever be remembered as. He's made his peace long ago, on that day... after that day.

"If you're done," he begins, and rather than anything else he might feel he's just tired and weary and right now he simple wants to be as far away from Anders as possible. He just wants some peace and quiet more than anything else. "There are other people who are going to use this spot, and I want to clear out as soon as I can without any more interruptions."