Accepting that thing just happened wasn't exactly... well, okay. It had been exactly Anders' style, in the times before Justice, to shrug and file it under 'not my problem' before running in the opposite direction. But now? Not so much. And the thought of a group of magic users confined to an island and unable to leave...
He shifted in his seat, his gaze now back on her. The change in posture was subtle - a straightening of his spine, a stillness that replaced the awkward neck-rubbing, fingers steepled in his lap. The resurgence of that second voice, and the faint glow creeping along some of the veins in his hands and wrists, less so.
"What stories have you heard, from those that tried?"