[...wait, she's legitimately still talking about the girl. He'd thought Raelle was being used as a metaphor to cover, but maybe she's actually concerned about her.]
No one wants to be in those sorts of circumstances, and she didn't seem a fool. Likely she learned.
[If not? The world is cruel. He can't worry about someone who delivered them into a trap and tried to get someone he cared about killed.]
And likely we'll not see her again. Unless you heard something about her on your... trip.
[That's how she gets you!! Teren is doing both. If she weren't impossible to keep a good mental grip on, she'd be dead by now. ..or something.]
In some ways, it was lucky that happened for her. That she might see it when she did. And know what they were doing before they could truly sink their talons in.
[She hunches her shoulders in what might almost be a flinch, then shakes her head with a frown. They weren't talons until recently, when she saw them for what they were. Literally talons, in a way, digging into her back.]
...I never wanted you to see me like that, [she admits, somewhat abruptly, averting her gaze. There's a weakness to it that wasn't there before, a pain she's still processing and can't even begin to express.]
[He looks down when she looks away, giving her a sort of facade of privacy even though he's right here.]
It really was. Few get the chance to evaluate their situation at a time when they can change their path. Most only get that when things have become inevitable.
[Like when he joined with Justice, because the option there was joining or death. Like Kirkwall, when it had all been a corner he couldn't see his way out of.]
I'm a healer, Teren. I'm very used to seeing people at their most vulnerable, when they're balanced between life and death and terrified. What I saw was nothing new, and nothing relationship-ending. I'm still your friend, if you'll still have me.
[She shakes her head. She knows, but in an ideal world no one, even healers, would ever have to see her so vulnerable. ...especially not healers, in her experience.]
Haven't had the best time with healers, actually, [she confesses, glancing toward Anders with a look that's almost sheepish.] ...nor they with me, I suppose.
[Now he sounds wryly amused as he looks at her again.]
You know me, and you know I'm not going to harm you. I've not had the best time with plenty of people, but for the most part giving chances seems to be better than not.
[Despite his amusement, Teren doesn't seem to share it, and in fact seems somewhat more guarded. It's not for no reason that her experience has been bad.]
It's nothing personal, [she assures him quietly,] but I don't believe that's possible. [A change, that is. Not unless something changes in her, which is quite unlikely.]
[The amusement fades, and Anders straightens a little.]
You don't think you can trust me.
[It's a little rich, considering what went on not too long ago, but she's not the first person to decide that. It only hurts because he'd thought they'd been getting somewhere in all of this.]
Is this something you've felt all along? Or is it something due to your time in the future?
[Somehow, this isn't the reaction she expected. Teren isn't sure what she expected.]
Anders, I-- [it's rare that Teren is stunned into silence, but she has to take a moment to collect her thoughts, to find a way to continue the conversation without upsetting him further. It's not one of her fortes, and she's abruptly reminded of their recent encounter. The one he doesn't remember.]
It has nothing to do with you, [she says instead, for once sounding more flustered than accusatory.]
[Teren furrows her brow back at him, giving an agitated little shake of her head. With the clarification, her confusion is turning to the usual impatience.]
Anders, you're not listening. [She rubs her brow.] I am telling you I've been mistreated by healers and have a natural aversion to them as a profession. That's not bloody personal.
[She's beginning to think better of even getting this deeply into it, and it's manifesting in her movements becoming more clipped, more irritable.]
There are self-admitted assassins living right next door to us and we live with them in perfect harmony, is it so difficult to believe a profession doesn't make a person?
That's my point. Profession doesn't make a person, could you trust me as opposed to any random healer? I happen to be a mage, I happen to be a healer, but you know me.
[He's not sure how he's listening. He's pretty sure he's hearing what she's saying. Maybe she's not saying what she means?]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
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Date: 2017-04-03 01:52 am (UTC)No one wants to be in those sorts of circumstances, and she didn't seem a fool. Likely she learned.
[If not? The world is cruel. He can't worry about someone who delivered them into a trap and tried to get someone he cared about killed.]
And likely we'll not see her again. Unless you heard something about her on your... trip.
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Date: 2017-04-06 03:06 am (UTC)In some ways, it was lucky that happened for her. That she might see it when she did. And know what they were doing before they could truly sink their talons in.
[She hunches her shoulders in what might almost be a flinch, then shakes her head with a frown. They weren't talons until recently, when she saw them for what they were. Literally talons, in a way, digging into her back.]
...I never wanted you to see me like that, [she admits, somewhat abruptly, averting her gaze. There's a weakness to it that wasn't there before, a pain she's still processing and can't even begin to express.]
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Date: 2017-04-06 06:40 am (UTC)It really was. Few get the chance to evaluate their situation at a time when they can change their path. Most only get that when things have become inevitable.
[Like when he joined with Justice, because the option there was joining or death. Like Kirkwall, when it had all been a corner he couldn't see his way out of.]
I'm a healer, Teren. I'm very used to seeing people at their most vulnerable, when they're balanced between life and death and terrified. What I saw was nothing new, and nothing relationship-ending. I'm still your friend, if you'll still have me.
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Date: 2017-04-06 10:47 pm (UTC)...especially not healers, in her experience.]
Haven't had the best time with healers, actually, [she confesses, glancing toward Anders with a look that's almost sheepish.] ...nor they with me, I suppose.
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Date: 2017-04-08 01:32 am (UTC)[Now he sounds wryly amused as he looks at her again.]
You know me, and you know I'm not going to harm you. I've not had the best time with plenty of people, but for the most part giving chances seems to be better than not.
[Templars are the exception, really.]
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Date: 2017-04-08 02:19 am (UTC)It's nothing personal, [she assures him quietly,] but I don't believe that's possible. [A change, that is. Not unless something changes in her, which is quite unlikely.]
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Date: 2017-04-08 02:38 am (UTC)You don't think you can trust me.
[It's a little rich, considering what went on not too long ago, but she's not the first person to decide that. It only hurts because he'd thought they'd been getting somewhere in all of this.]
Is this something you've felt all along? Or is it something due to your time in the future?
[Did he do something new and disastrous?]
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Date: 2017-04-08 03:37 am (UTC)Anders, I-- [it's rare that Teren is stunned into silence, but she has to take a moment to collect her thoughts, to find a way to continue the conversation without upsetting him further. It's not one of her fortes, and she's abruptly reminded of their recent encounter. The one he doesn't remember.]
It has nothing to do with you, [she says instead, for once sounding more flustered than accusatory.]
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Date: 2017-04-08 04:02 am (UTC)[Which is something he runs into not infrequently, but especially around Teren.]
You can't take a chance on me, but it's not personal?
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Date: 2017-04-08 04:09 am (UTC)Anders, you're not listening. [She rubs her brow.] I am telling you I've been mistreated by healers and have a natural aversion to them as a profession. That's not bloody personal.
[She's beginning to think better of even getting this deeply into it, and it's manifesting in her movements becoming more clipped, more irritable.]
There are self-admitted assassins living right next door to us and we live with them in perfect harmony, is it so difficult to believe a profession doesn't make a person?
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Date: 2017-04-08 04:30 am (UTC)[He's not sure how he's listening. He's pretty sure he's hearing what she's saying. Maybe she's not saying what she means?]
Why not take a chance on trusting me?
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Date: 2017-04-08 04:39 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2017-04-08 04:53 am (UTC)I...
[The blood has drained from his face, and Anders gets up, shaking his head.]
I should go.
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Date: 2017-04-08 05:05 am (UTC)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.]