"If you had remained convinced he needed avenging, you would have avenged him at any price. I'm sure of that." Anders resists the natural impulse to go to him, to help rub away that headache. He stays put. "I can't say what you thought on the subject. You never discussed it with me, or with anyone to my knowledge, save perhaps your sister." For a moment he wishes Delilah were here to share her insight with Nathaniel as she'd once done. A moment, only, before Anders thinks better of it. Who'd wish anyone into Exsilium?

"I can't convince you. You don't even remember who I am," and despite Anders' best efforts, a thread of pain glints through the admission. "Take this for what you will. I know that if you try to harm Elissa Cousland now, you'll hate yourself for it later." When he comes back to himself. When his memory's restored, when this temporary madness passes. Maker grant it will. "You would do yourself more harm than you'd do to her. Besides, she doesn't even recall what happened to your father. For her, it hasn't happened. What sort of vengeance could you really win from her then?"