[ He's surprised to find how much of his fear of Anders has abated. Anders is a dangerous man, a powerful man, but he is, at last, only that. Fenris's life as he's always known it has been steeped in dangerous mages, and they've known each other long enough that he has a sense of how Anders operates. If it came down purely to this, power against power, Fenris thinks maybe—
Without the abomination, has Fenris any reason to kill this man as he always promised he would?
Anders has come deeply enough into the room that the door slides unnervingly closed behind him—Fenris still struggles against the instinct that he's fallen into a trap whenever that happens. He tenses, then lets it abate. He still doesn't stand to meet Anders. ]
You would not have succeeded. Gamble with your life, perhaps. Better that than to allow you to return and gamble with the lives of hundreds more, mine among them. And Hawke's. [ And here he does gain some momentum, leaning forward as though aiming his words for a target. ] After all she has [ meant to me ] given you, you will not sentence her to a wasted life as a hunted fugitive.
[ They've lived their lives running for so long, all three of them. Damn her influence and damn Martin's, too, for instilling in him this foolish belief that the mage might see reason. ]
decides to end my evening crying
Without the abomination, has Fenris any reason to kill this man as he always promised he would?
Anders has come deeply enough into the room that the door slides unnervingly closed behind him—Fenris still struggles against the instinct that he's fallen into a trap whenever that happens. He tenses, then lets it abate. He still doesn't stand to meet Anders. ]
You would not have succeeded. Gamble with your life, perhaps. Better that than to allow you to return and gamble with the lives of hundreds more, mine among them. And Hawke's. [ And here he does gain some momentum, leaning forward as though aiming his words for a target. ] After all she has [ meant to me ] given you, you will not sentence her to a wasted life as a hunted fugitive.
[ They've lived their lives running for so long, all three of them. Damn her influence and damn Martin's, too, for instilling in him this foolish belief that the mage might see reason. ]