No. How could he? And I couldn't leave our friend hopping from one corpse to the next for eternity. [Though there'll be nothing stopping him once Anders bites it. But that isn't something he really wants to think about on top of everything else, and from the uncomfortable prick in the back of his mind, he'd wager Justice doesn't like the idea, either.

Anders knew about their talks. He knew then, and he rolled his eyes. Just as he rolled his eyes when Justice insisted he take up arms.

If only he'd continued to be selfish.]

It doesn't matter what we wanted. This thing that we are now... should not exist. [It hurts him to admit it, and the strain of it is clear in his voice. Truly, Anders loves Justice, and believes in his quest, but that makes it so much worse rather than better. It's his fault the spirit has become so confused. If Justice can't do right, who can?]

I'm sorry to bring you this news. I wish I could tell you your friends are happy and safe.