[Oh, he's getting personal again, huh. Anders raises an eyebrow out of purely morbid curiosity, wondering just how dreadful a city must be for someone to be thankful they're, ah, "rotting in oblivion." Kirkwall is a terrible shithole but there are still people in the place Anders would not see doomed to nothingness, so...
He shrugs, because honestly, he's been here for the free food and to stir shit from the start, and having interesting conversations has only been a bonus.]
Lucky for both of us that I don't need to be reassured of anything, then. Are you going to hit me if I say you don't look nearly as bad as some men I've seen?
[He says it like a joke but it is true, although he holds his hands up before that sounds, like, weird, because it is a weird thing to say, Anders. By way of explanation,]
I mean, I'm a healer. [And now cleverly boomeranging away from the topic of scarring and strange eyes, cough,] Usually, I can solve the problem of existing with a few drinks, if I must.
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He shrugs, because honestly, he's been here for the free food and to stir shit from the start, and having interesting conversations has only been a bonus.]
Lucky for both of us that I don't need to be reassured of anything, then. Are you going to hit me if I say you don't look nearly as bad as some men I've seen?
[He says it like a joke but it is true, although he holds his hands up before that sounds, like, weird, because it is a weird thing to say, Anders. By way of explanation,]
I mean, I'm a healer. [And now cleverly boomeranging away from the topic of scarring and strange eyes, cough,] Usually, I can solve the problem of existing with a few drinks, if I must.