Anders eyes widened, his pulse increased, breath coming more rapidly. Muscles twitched, ready to run. Why had he thought this was such a good idea a moment ago? Pissing off a Templar? Oh right. Justice. No, that was a self indulgent lie, it wasn't completely Justice. Could never be just completely. They weren't separate anymore. Which was the problem. Discerning where one ended and the other began was an almost insurmountable feat.

And there was an angry Mabari edging toward him. Dammit, this was why he was a cat person. Anders took a few steps back, and made a mental note to stop leaving his staff at home. Not that it would help against Cullen. But it made him feel a little better. No, maybe that was a bad idea, making himself more of a threat. Justice was no doubt appalled at the thoughts going through Anders head, as he wondered about pushing the Templar to see just what injustices Cullen could release.

Cullen might be able to see the war struggling inside Anders, flashes of blue light searing his skin, eyes glowing blue, before Anders fear squashed Justice back.

He swallowed and the words came out of his mouth before he could even stop them. "Sorry, Ser."

Maker, he was ashamed of himself, standing there practically surrendering to Cullen.