Shut in. It sends a sense of panic through him as he grabs his staff, grip going tight. It's all walls and it's dark and he doesn't know the way out. The only thing that's lacking are the cold weight of metal around his wrists. Everything starts going small and narrow as his breathing speeds up, despite how he tries to fight the rising fear.

"I, we need to, we need..." Think. He needs to think. It's not Templars. He's not back in a cell. They need light and that, at least, he can do, tossing up a wisp and letting it provide a little illumination.

"Out. How do you... it unlocks from this side? In case? Please." His hands feel shaky and his heart is pounding in his chest. All Anders wants to do is crouch down but he can't. He can't.