( Neria / Fenris )
I had wondered. They both left, in their own ways, after the battle. I thought that Anders had simply become so used to running that he could not stay in one place. That Justice had vanished. I didn't think they would do something like that.
This wasn't Anders fault. He was a good man. For all he had suffered, he was kind and he cared more than he ever liked to admit. His sense of humor was dreadful, but he made it easier to bear the weight of our task. The simple fact is that spirits are not meant to bear the emotions of a human host. They are pure, a focused concept. Emotions are complicated things. Spirits have no capacity to process them.
And Anders...he...no, he couldn't have. I remember when Amaranthine was attacked by Darkspawn, we had to decide whether to save it or torch the city to destroy the threat. And Anders, stupid, noble Anders, said that if there was even one innocent person there, we had to try. He would never hurt anyone. He was a healer, one of the best mages I had ever met. He would never destroy anything.
This is all my fault. I had no idea I had failed them so completely.