"Fuck the Chantry," Altair said, with enough bitterness in his voice that suggested that there were a lot more words he'd like to say, "And fuck the Templars. Anyone with a working moral compass can tell that this is wrong."
That was what Altair wanted to believe, anyway.
"And I'm fine. I struggle a little around higher temperatures, but it's nothing I can't endure for a short while."
Which Anders had perhaps noticed already, given that Altair tended to stay a bit further away from the fire whenever they set up camp.
"What sort of friend would I be if I left you to do this all alone just over a bit of discomfort?"
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That was what Altair wanted to believe, anyway.
"And I'm fine. I struggle a little around higher temperatures, but it's nothing I can't endure for a short while."
Which Anders had perhaps noticed already, given that Altair tended to stay a bit further away from the fire whenever they set up camp.
"What sort of friend would I be if I left you to do this all alone just over a bit of discomfort?"