Anders was in no way prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared to be in Kirkwall. He wasn’t prepared for someone to find him and ask him about the ancient elven whatever using his body as his personal puppet.
Maker, he hated him. This wasn’t his friend from Amaranthine. And where he once blamed himself for corrupting his friend he had the itching feeling in the back of his mind that this entity within him had never been his friend.
”Does he now? Well, Elgar’nan can go back to the fade where he fucking belongs. I’m not giving him anything he wants. Not ever again.”
Anders was angry. Angry that he’d been dragged back to his own personal hell. Angry that he’d been forced to confront this place again after all these years. Angry that after he’d done everything he could to send the spirit that had inhabited his form away that he’d been forced to deal with him yet again.
Had he brought him here to set him off foot? To make him weaker? As the anger burned in him he could feel it feeding the entity inside of him, giving him power and it made him tremble slightly.
Maker, he hated him. This wasn’t his friend from Amaranthine. And where he once blamed himself for corrupting his friend he had the itching feeling in the back of his mind that this entity within him had never been his friend.
”Does he now? Well, Elgar’nan can go back to the fade where he fucking belongs. I’m not giving him anything he wants. Not ever again.”
Anders was angry. Angry that he’d been dragged back to his own personal hell. Angry that he’d been forced to confront this place again after all these years. Angry that after he’d done everything he could to send the spirit that had inhabited his form away that he’d been forced to deal with him yet again.
Had he brought him here to set him off foot? To make him weaker? As the anger burned in him he could feel it feeding the entity inside of him, giving him power and it made him tremble slightly.
05-08-2023, 09:31 AM
