Pariahs, thieves, and murderers. When he'd first joined up that hadn't fit so well. Now? Now it fits, despite Justice's opinion on rightness and what was, well, just. Anders is a murderer. He straightens where he's during and looks past Nate. This is the path they're on, and there is no other route to take. They came to Skyhold knowing that the road might end here.

Anders takes a breath and nods. Justice hates when he dithers, and it's time to move forward and deal with what is to come.

"I've an upcoming assignment, orders regarding what we're doing here. Once they're completed I'll join whomever is returning to Skyhold and turn myself in to Hercules or Kaidan, whichever I find first."

His hand drops down to his belt pouch, the one he had a spell working to keep warm. Purrelden still sleeps there, unaware of how her life might be about to change. He'd been selfish to accept the cat, selfish and short-sighted. Justice's smug agreement with that thought makes him feel ill. There's nothing to be done about it, though, cat or spirit.