[ Anders pulls up short, prepared for an argument but not for that helpless look. His glower twists into a frown, defused considerably as he casts about for a suitably pithy response and comes up with none.

Some things just - necessitate honesty, difficult as that is to reckon with, at the best of times. (And standing around in the dark and foreboding Deep Roads is not a best kind of time by far.) ]

Well... Maybe it's better that way. You don't want to be getting too chummy with the apostate, anyway. Nothing good happens to decent people who get too close to me.

[ Being a Warden, he'd thought, might have changed that - but lately it seems the templars are determined to dog him even here. The real ones, that is. ]

You don't deserve to get tangled up in my problems.