[Anders' fury only grows the more Varric spews, but one thing gives him pause. The idea that he could cause Hawke's death is one he somehow dreads, expects, and refuses to believe all at once. It's shocking enough to keep him from flying into a rage, but also hurtful enough to make him want to get away from this conversation as quickly as possible.

He rises as well, fists balled at his sides as he blatantly ignores the attempted return of his gift.]

Just who are you trying to fool? Templars already murder who they want, when they want, and they'll keep doing it as long as we allow them to. I don't want war, but if they wage it, there's nothing to do but fight back.

I'm not like you or anyone in Thedas, Varric. I can't just look after me and my own and forget about everyone else. Ignoring this would destroy me faster than acting on it. I'm sorry if you feel that's selfish of me.

[He doesn't want to walk away on this note, not after they'd seemed to mend what he now knows was the problem all along, but Anders can't see a way to fix it now. If Varric believes this is the only possible future for him, what can he possibly do to change his mind? So he just shakes his head and makes for somewhere, anywhere else.]