[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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[ombranera]

Oh wonderful, the spirit speaks. Truly this should be more frightening than it is, he should be slow, he should be careful, he should mind more-

But Zevran is tired of so many things. Of the arguing, of the mages and their magic, of the templars and their self righteousness, of the demons falling from the sky, the world ending yet again, and being half blind. He honestly cannot find a single fuck to spare for this spirit's feelings.

That is dangerous.

Opening his mouth and drawling out in a sweetly scathing voice? All the more dangerous. "Oh, I apologize, apparently spending the past decade murdering my fellows and dismantling the largest guild of assassins is not acting. That I have managed to upset the organization to the extent that they would take me, torture me with blood magic that you yourself had a hand in mending rather than killing me outright is nothing. I may have chosen to do so without so grand a gesture as blowing up a chantry and starting an outright war- but please. Tell me how I have made no stand. Do continue. Obviously you know better than I."

[justice_is_blond]

He is not used to being mocked. Fear, anger, those are the typical reactions. His eyes narrow... but he cannot actually argue the assassin's words. The Crows had been corrupt and brutal, victimizing many for coin and tearing apart countless lives. Zevran has indeed done remarkable damage against them. Justice is left with no answer. Certainly there is always more that can be done, more groups that can be assisted, but thus far he has only truly assisted with one group as well. He cannot judge a mortal for not accomplishing something he has yet to do.

For a long moment, all the spirit can do is stare at the elf coldly. There is nothing to say to that, however. He has no reason to stay in control.

Anders blinks, feeling Justice's aggravation and giving Zevran a confused look. He'd been leaning against Zevran. Now he's not. If there's a gap in his memory, though, it's small, because otherwise they haven't changed position. Plus Zevran isn't injured. He blinks again before shrugging.

"We're not all inherently selfish, though it's tempting to be so. People simply need awareness, sometimes, instead of the opportunity to ignore what they feel may not concern them."

When in doubt, go with what he last heard.

[ombranera]

"Your blue friend is an ass." Zevran mutters, tugging Anders back against his side. "To you more than anyone else."

Losing time- that was worrying enough. And terribly unfair- that Justice could see and know but Anders could not? It might bolster an argument against Anders' compliance with the destruction of the chantry- especially if he did not have a choice. But- thoughts for another time. For now he simply tucked the mage close to hold him. "Yes, we are. Those that look past that are quite good and noble. The rest of us are content to make our way as best we can."

[justice_is_blond]

Shit. That answers the question Anders hadn't wanted to ask, then. Anders closes his eyes as he lets Zevran tug him back.

"I wouldn't go so far as claim he's been the worst to me," he says lightly. How can he blame someone for being annoyed for his sake, even if they're wrong? Ella comes to mind and his lids tighten all the more for a moment before he manages to open them again. And then when Corypheus controlled them... No. Anders is quite certain there are greater victims here.

"And the world could use more of the good noble ones. ...The actually good, noble ones." Once he'd seen himself as one, when he headed to Kirkwall and started trying to help. What had come after the first year or two had made it clear he'd been lying to himself. And everyone else. At least he's consistent.

[ombranera]

"We are going to have to agree to disagree on that." Anyone or anything that removed a person's autonomy from them- that was the worst thing that could be done. Through choice or circumstance, it did not matter. But it also does not bear discussing; they've had their argument, they've had their discussion. There is some time yet before Fenris is likely to wander back this way. He tucks Anders close, hands combing through his hair to soothe him.

"It could. Whether or not it will have them? Is another thing entirely."