She's listening. She's hearing about Karl and listening and it's a gift. Few others here have met Karl, he's the only one that knew him, and it means that Karl's almost gone from this world. But while some know a little about him, he's still here. A little.

"They found us out," he says after a few moments pass. "I don't know how. It doesn't really matter anymore. But one day I woke to find extra guards assigned to watching me as they took him from Kinloch Hold and brought him here. The extra guards didn't help. I escaped, and escaped, and escaped, until it stuck. When the Wardens betrayed me, I knew where I was going. I knew what I was going to do. We'd share freedom together. Always on the run, but it would be worth it with him."

Another pause. The figure stops leafing through one book, leaving it open as he grabs a second from the table as if to compare something. Anders wonders briefly if the demon is echoing the actions of the real Karl when he was back here in Kinloch, or if it's simply building off of his imagination. That too doesn't really matter. He exhales, sagging a little in his chair.

"The Templars found our correspondence. There was resentment that I'd escaped, anger, so they broke even Chantry law and made him Tranquil as bait for a trap." There's some anger in his voice, but by far the emotion there is grief. "I walked in, with Hawke, and Varric, and the rest, we fought off the Templars, and thanks to Justice's presence Karl was himself for a few moments. Long enough to tell me what happened. Long enough to... to ask me to kill him, because he could feel Tranquility returning and he couldn't live like that. With every color and emotion sucked out of the world."

A beat, and Anders straightens, eyes returning to Karl. "I did. I happened. They killed him first, but I killed him second, because I couldn't let him suffer."