[Closed] This isn't even my final form

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders and close CR
WHAT: Detlef makes his last appearance for some goodbyes in case, Anders gives some warnings, and basically he tries to prepare.
WHEN: Around this time, a little backdated for the ride, but generally 24th-ish
WHERE: Ride back from EDL and in Skyhold
NOTES: Anders.

[ooc: This is various starters for Detlef's end and Anders warning some friends and admitting things to another. If you'd like a starter, ping me at Nadat on plurk and I'll put one together!]

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[fleurdesel]

"Then you damn them as well." Everyone they've touched, everyone they have reached out to, everyone that has knowing or unknowingly harbored them- Adelaide's lips press thin as she watches him, them, leave.

It was easier, she imagines, to write this strange, mad apostate off as a frothing lunatic, as a monster before she'd had to meet him. Before he became a person to her- someone with hopes, someone with a sense of humor.

Someone that dances.

"Go." What else is there to say? What else is there to think but to damn herself for not knowing? For not seeing this sooner, for not suspecting?

[justice_is_blond]

Anders nods. This is his life. This is the mess he's made. The only person he can blame for any of this is himself, and he can't even be surprised at the lonely ache he feels at the last word. It's far too familiar.

Without saying anything else he leaves, headed to grab his pack and find his horse and wait. He is damned. He can only hope that he takes no one else with him.