[ Fenris almost drops the device — he isn't entirely sure how to end a...conversation? when the silence stretches on, hoping at the very least Anders has given up on trying to convince him of this rewritten reality in which he's a martyr yet again—
—calm down, self.
But Anders speaks again, surprisingly calm, which is welcomed over all the yelling, even if he would rather this conversation be done with entirely. It almost sounds like he's ready to accept being wrong, but he falls right back into denial. Frustrating. ]
I thought the same thing, once upon a time. [ Even he, with his history of betrayal and seeing the absolute worst in people, couldn't believe it when it happened. Didn't want to believe it. That's why instead of fighting it...he accepted it. It was less painful that way. ] After seven or eight years together, when I went to meet my sister and walked right into that trap.
[ Which Anders brought up! Why is this so hard! ]
He always favored you, you know. Surely even you must have seen it.
no subject
—calm down, self.
But Anders speaks again, surprisingly calm, which is welcomed over all the yelling, even if he would rather this conversation be done with entirely. It almost sounds like he's ready to accept being wrong, but he falls right back into denial. Frustrating. ]
I thought the same thing, once upon a time. [ Even he, with his history of betrayal and seeing the absolute worst in people, couldn't believe it when it happened. Didn't want to believe it. That's why instead of fighting it...he accepted it. It was less painful that way. ] After seven or eight years together, when I went to meet my sister and walked right into that trap.
[ Which Anders brought up! Why is this so hard! ]
He always favored you, you know. Surely even you must have seen it.
[ You daft lunatic. ]