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[Teren, not saying what she means? The gall.]

It's not about you! [This she snarls, her tether abruptly snapping. It's not fair, of course, but few things are, and having complicated feelings about people who openly care about her isn't Teren's strong suit.

She seems to realize she's being an ass, but any delicacy she was trying for is gone in the wake of being unable-- or unwilling-- to articulate her damage right when she needs to the most.]

Nate was dead, [she says brusquely,] you kept him alive far too long after he heard his Calling, wouldn't let him go, and he asked Alistair to kill him. [She directs a glare at Anders for just long enough to realize how far over the line she just went, and feels an instant, roiling shame that only barely shows in a twitch of her mouth.]

[justice_is_blond]

[He freezes, argument entirely forgotten as her words sink in. Nate was dead, and Anders had forced him to hang on until he'd had to ask Alistair to kill him? He hadn't even been able to ask Anders. Anders had failed him.]

I...

[The blood has drained from his face, and Anders gets up, shaking his head.]

I should go.

[doneisdone]

Perhaps you should. [It comes out icier than intended, but at this point what is there about the conversation to salvage?

She watches him go, contemplating that it might be better this way, to prevent Nate's gruesome end in five years-- and to prevent her having any real part in it. Perhaps chasing Anders away is the only way to get things together and move them forward.

Or perhaps she's a coward who would rather be bitter and alone than vulnerable.]