You're My Only Hope

Nothing missing is good. Means that the shard in you isn’t taking over your body fully. Which is what we want, anything else would be a problem. he reached to squeeze her hand, trying to be reassuring. He’d been in her shoes. The demon that was hanging out inside him now was nothing compared to the ancient elven shard that had held him captive before that. Hunger was easy to manage, easy to pacify. He reached for a tin of biscuits he kept and took a few before passing some to her.

Anders did his best to keep his face stoic and unresponsive as he watched his old friend get taken over by whatever was living within her. The veil being cracked open was both a blessing and a curse as far as he was concerned. It made weaving magic easier and Anders had never feared spirits, even after Kirkwall and seeing the destruction there, because they were predictable.

But they weren’t dealing with your run of the mill spirit.

You got them down quickly. That’s a good sign. He chewed on something and then tilted his head. Unity. That was interesting. Unity fractured would be… hard to deal with. But there was a potential angle there. He leaned back and rested his hands on the arms of the chair, head tilted, Unity? Well, maybe if you stop messing with my friend she’d be willing to work alongside you rather than against you. Help you find your missing half before it gets destroyed. I’ve heard of it happening.