Forgive my distrust for those who have oppressed and abused my people for centuries.

[He snaps, even if his weariness breaks the sharpness of it. The fact that the templars had broken from the Chantry and their own leaders, apparently, just told him how much more important that oppression was above all else to them.

That some remained 'loyal' to the Chantry or the Inquisition or whatever didn't mean much at all.]

...but no, I'm not with the Rebels.

[Not any more.]

Nor am I looking for trouble.

[You would bow to a jailer, Anders? After all this time?

No. Never. But he doesn't kill people just for being people, either. He almost did that once. That time was enough.

Justice quieted inside him, and the mage sighed.]

I will leave in the morning. You will let me go.