You're as blind as ever. [Varric spat after Anders, watching his retreating form. He was a fool to think that anything would be different. Just because Anders could laugh, didn't mean that he wasn't still warped by the thing inside of him.]
[The dwarf had convinced himself that once, he and Anders were friends. It was obvious now how wrong he was. The thought seemed to cool the fire churning within his belly, leaving only a chill in his gut.]
[After a few moments of grumbling under his breath, Varric threw himself back into his seat. He glowered down at the previously discarded pencil, toying with the thought of throwing it far from him. Instead he picked it up and tucked it back into the notebook.]
[It wouldn't be long until he lost Anders again. He couldn't bear to part with the gift -- for all he knew, it would be the only thing to remember the mage by.]
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[The dwarf had convinced himself that once, he and Anders were friends. It was obvious now how wrong he was. The thought seemed to cool the fire churning within his belly, leaving only a chill in his gut.]
[After a few moments of grumbling under his breath, Varric threw himself back into his seat. He glowered down at the previously discarded pencil, toying with the thought of throwing it far from him. Instead he picked it up and tucked it back into the notebook.]
[It wouldn't be long until he lost Anders again. He couldn't bear to part with the gift -- for all he knew, it would be the only thing to remember the mage by.]