[He recognises it and frowns. His Anders tried it once in a while, never with great results. Fenris never really accepted the healing. It felt wrong. ]
Right. I...think I understand.
[A tool, Like a sword. The creeping feeling is still there, and he tries to press it down. Everything in his head is screaming wrongwrongwrong, but he reaches out for it anyway. He really hopes nothing explodes.]
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Right. I...think I understand.
[A tool, Like a sword. The creeping feeling is still there, and he tries to press it down. Everything in his head is screaming wrongwrongwrong, but he reaches out for it anyway. He really hopes nothing explodes.]