If it had only been a name, thought Arcturus, he never would have asked the question. He hardly had time to contemplate this, trying to think of another way to explain, when Justice spoke again, and Arcturus felt a little ashamed of himself for his suspicious questioning, because horrid people labeling you a demon when you weren't one wasn't your fault. There were plenty of muggles who would call Arcturus evil and say his powers came from the devil, but that didn't make it true.
Then Justice was gone. It was terribly obvious, when it happened, and in a way he was glad of that, because it meant he'd never mistake one for the other. Anders' unsteadiness, however, didn't go unnoticed either. The young wizard's eyes widened in concern.
'The question,' he echoed distractedly. 'I hope I didn't offend him. I didn't mean to. It was only that he said that he...that both of you were the worst result of the Harrowing, and I thought that had to do with demons, not good spirits, and even if the muggles in the Chantry can't tell the difference, the other mages should be able to, and not be afraid of you. And I wanted to know how he knew what was Just, because people disagree abut that, even judges, so I wanted to know if he followed rules or had to decide for himself, but I don't know if he understood…'
Arcturus trailed off, a little worried frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. 'Are you alright? Can I fetch you anything?' Maybe it hurt, changing back and forth.