"I suppose you're right. It's just that, for the longest time, I'd convinced myself that my anger had corrupted Justice, turned him into a demon. Perhaps that was just my insecurities, and that little voice telling me that I was wrong, that my anger was unjustified."

Not wanting to be around the dead Templars anymore, Anders left the woods and went back onto the road, back towards the burnt house. The people there deserved a proper burial.