This is not the time for your vanity, she almost replies, and holds her tongue only because they have been friends so long. He knows. He knew, because he was unsurprised when she said Anders, when he saw the burning glow of Justice in that eyes of that wretched sack of flesh that he's calling a home.

The look she gives Bethany is sharp, as well, but she stays quiet, tense, a wound coil ready to be released at a moment's notice. Her point at least, is valid, even if her careful words and honeyed tones only make this worse.

The joking, the laughter. It is all an insult, layer upon layer of it, a mockery of all that Anders has done, all the lives that were taken by his hand.

She is not sure whether she is more hurt or angry, but they are mixing together in a toxic mess, and at the first opportunity they will move to bring Anders face to face with his judgment.