[ He asks a lot, and the look Fenris gives him says as much. So doubtful, almost unwilling, because how is he supposed to give such a promise? Even if what he says is true they are so fundamentally different that being in the same room for longer than seconds without erupting into arguments is nigh impossible.
Why did Hawke insist on dragging them everywhere together, again?
Fenris is about to straight up turn down this offer of a truce, but then he says it. His name. The name that even he sometimes forgets, one of the fuzzier tidbits of his memory. He had only recalled it now when Anders broached the subject, and again...at this exact moment, as he hears it. Leto.
Leto.
"Leto! Come inside and bring your sister!"
Fenris doesn't take Anders' hand, instead shooting up to his feet to pace. ]
How could you—
[ How could he know?
Instinctively, he wants to get angry, lash out and push back the memories that spring forth. Random, chaotic, and intrusive memories he wants nothing to do with. But instead he tries to focus on the fact that this does indeed prove something is off...something that perhaps isn't just Anders.
His hands drag down his face as he glances over towards the mage. ]
You couldn't know that.
[ Sorry give him a minute this is weird and heavy. ]
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Why did Hawke insist on dragging them everywhere together, again?
Fenris is about to straight up turn down this offer of a truce, but then he says it. His name. The name that even he sometimes forgets, one of the fuzzier tidbits of his memory. He had only recalled it now when Anders broached the subject, and again...at this exact moment, as he hears it. Leto.
Leto.
"Leto! Come inside and bring your sister!"
Fenris doesn't take Anders' hand, instead shooting up to his feet to pace. ]
How could you—
[ How could he know?
Instinctively, he wants to get angry, lash out and push back the memories that spring forth. Random, chaotic, and intrusive memories he wants nothing to do with. But instead he tries to focus on the fact that this does indeed prove something is off...something that perhaps isn't just Anders.
His hands drag down his face as he glances over towards the mage. ]
You couldn't know that.
[ Sorry give him a minute this is weird and heavy. ]