Fenris: Is there anyone’s life who has been touched by magic that actually benefits? Anders: Why is it you can say nothing without making me want to wring your neck? Fenris: Am I supposed to forgive? Am I supposed to forget all the things they’ve done to me? Anders: They aren’t what you saw in Tevinter. They’re slaves! You should want to help them. Fenris: You know nothing of being a slave! Anders: I swear, I don’t know whether to kiss you or kill you. You’re everything I hate! Fenris: Do not bare your heart to me, mage, unless you would see me rip it out.
(a.k.a. I did a Fenders thing instead of sleeping)