Any lingering hope that Anders was playing a particularly poor joke on him vanishes in that moment. Garrett reaches for the staff and curls his hand protectively around it.
"You don't have to explain anything to me." He reminds himself to stay calm--not all that hard, in the end. If he takes Anders' words at face value (and he doubts this is a demon after all, because this isn't endearing or tempting in the slightest, and as torment goes it's not very horrible) he can understand why he'd be upset. "I was born a mage. I grew up hiding from the Chantry with my father and my sister. I know what the templars did to you, and to Karl, and to hundreds--no, thousands of other mages. You've had me read your blighted manifesto, for the Maker's sake. We're friends. So speaking as someone who let you cry on my shoulder about your cat, would you mind terribly believing me?"
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Any lingering hope that Anders was playing a particularly poor joke on him vanishes in that moment. Garrett reaches for the staff and curls his hand protectively around it.
"You don't have to explain anything to me." He reminds himself to stay calm--not all that hard, in the end. If he takes Anders' words at face value (and he doubts this is a demon after all, because this isn't endearing or tempting in the slightest, and as torment goes it's not very horrible) he can understand why he'd be upset. "I was born a mage. I grew up hiding from the Chantry with my father and my sister. I know what the templars did to you, and to Karl, and to hundreds--no, thousands of other mages. You've had me read your blighted manifesto, for the Maker's sake. We're friends. So speaking as someone who let you cry on my shoulder about your cat, would you mind terribly believing me?"