Nathaniel's gaze flicks away at the answer, the old guilt settling in on his shoulders again. His own damn fault, though he escaped most of the consequences. Stirring the fire, provoking the beast, tempting fate. Talking Justice into the idea of a willing, living host. Such a little risk it had seemed at the time, and look where it's gone.

"Running for my life. Are you here to join the rebellion?"

That's a warier question. Still gauging the danger of this situation, and whether it's safe to leave Anders alone--for him or for the people of the Hinterlands.