Anders doesn't look at him. Doesn't speak. His mind is carefully blank as he tries to regain control, but then his thoughts venture and he can feel Justice right behind them, dogging them.

Riona...he'd wanted to be stronger for her, able to protect himself and be useful. He was already practically a maleficar in the Chantry's eyes. And what if blood magic could have...for Karl? Justice surged and the cracks spread, Anders' eyes turning a bright lyrium-blue, but not quite the Fade-swirl of when Justice took over.

"No! It's a weakness, unnecessary. There's nothing good or forgivable about it. The fact that she has learned it is bad enough, when will those dire situations come closer and closer together? How long before her mind succumbs to temptation? She's already started it, how can she possibly end it now?"