[Closed] A perfect storm

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, established-CR people; poke me on plurk or in Discord for a top level if you'd like!
WHAT: A pair of triggers collide and fuck up Anders
WHEN: Early Guardian
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Panic attacks, possible talk of trauma in the past, related issues, dark thoughts

He'd run from being locked up seven times, knowing that the seventh was a death sentence, and been willing to go in alone to what seemed likely to be a lethal trap (and was) to try to destroy his phylactery. With both of them, life like that wasn't worth it.

Now both are back. He's held again, in a Circle, his phylactery is being messed with, and on top of that he can't heal in Darktown so he can do even less than he could in Kirkwall seven years ago.

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[justice_is_blond]

Of course. Those two words solidify something for Anders that he's been a bit lost on, and he carefully pushes himself to his feet. Of course - this is a friendship he wants to work to recover, it's absolutely more than worth it, and he's been stupid for letting uncertainty linger. Not like he knows how to articulate that with his chest feeling so tight, but the mental realization helps.

"They're probably watching for, for people swimming. Or something." Eloquence has abandoned him, if ever it hung out with him to begin with. Anders takes a step slowly, follows it with another, and tries to tell himself that even if people see him like this it's all right.

"I actually have no idea what they're doing or not doing. It... You're here, though. That means, that means something to me, Julius. A lot to me, even."

[overharrowed]

"I'm not optimistic that we have the spare manpower to monitor the bay that closely, though this is not in any way a suggestion that you swim for it." He matches his pace to Anders', not rushing him but also keeping their forward momentum going.

Julius is quiet for a few moments, deciding what, if anything, he wants to add. Finally, he says, "I know why most of the mages here don't trust me. Why you may not, entirely. But in my own way, I care about the other mages here as much as anyone. Our future, yes, but our present too. If I didn't, I wouldn't have come back."

[justice_is_blond]

He tries to find words to turn the swimming comment into a joke in the silence and fails. Humor takes mental capacity he simply doesn't have, so it's a relief when Julius breaks the silence again.

"I know you care," he says after another stretch of silence. "I've always known you cared, Julius. It's why we are, were, it's why..." Past tense? Present? Anders doesn't know what fits the best. What he knows is what he'd decided a few minutes ago as what he wants, though, and what he'd like to offer out back to Julius. "Why we started a friendship, and why we got along despite our differing views. You care. And I care. And I've danced around it for so long because I made a mess of everything, but if you'd have me for a friend still..."

The sentence as it is twists his stomach around; he doesn't have the willpower to finish it.

[overharrowed]

"Of course," Julius says again, quietly but without hesitation. "Look, you know I don't agree with everything you've done, and I'm certain some of my actions have seemed... we'll say 'worth criticizing' for lack of being more specific. And I know you didn't think of Kinloch Hold as anything like a home for long, if ever. But I did, once, which had much more to do with the people there than the tower itself. We've both lost a lot of people, you and I. Too many."

He pauses, then, not out of uncertainty but at the sheer massiveness of that particular understatement. Between Uldred, the Blight, the rebellion and the war... how many of the mages the two of them had grown up with even still drew breath?

"If we're all to survive Corypheus... if we're to rebuild a better world after. We won't do it by refusing to meet each other halfway. I'm willing to do that if you are."

[justice_is_blond]

They've lost so many, and Anders is tired of losing people. He shakes his head at the pause, a few names standing out among the so many others before Julius starts speaking again.

"I'm willing to do that," he answers. He believes Julius will genuinely work at that, too. There are few Loyalists he can have that faith in.

"We... Briefly, in Nevarra, we talked about putting something together to remember those we've lost. Let's. Let's make a book, if we can find mages who are interested, a book of stories of those mages lost from the different Circles. They'll be remembered by more than just us, and it could make us people in the eyes of so many who've never met a mage."

The thought is a welcome distraction from everything else, giving him the energy the quarantine has been draining away.

"I can put a call on the network asking for the stories, happy and sad, we can speak with a printer... It could help with unity, too. With bringing mages together despite our differing points of view about the future's shape."

[overharrowed]

"I think that's an excellent idea," Julius says, warm. "So much of the writing about the Circles has been academia produced by mages or focused on conflicts. But the people who lived in them deserved to be remembered the way they would if they had families to think of them. Landon always had a joke ready when you needed cheering up, or Bridget had a lovely singing voice and was an excellent teacher. That sort of thing."

He's thought before, and thinks now, that he's not even really sure who has and hasn't died among those he didn't see fall with his own eyes. He's sure at least a few people had needlessly mourned him, during his disappearance. No matter what they built next, or what they hoped to build, much had been lost and perhaps acknowledging it would help.