Yeah. [There wasn't much Varric could say to that. Telling him to hang onto his anger was hollow, not to mention hypocritical of him. He'd clung to his resentment of Anders for nearly a decade, and they'd been friends. He couldn't imagine what Silver must have been feeling.]

[But he also felt wrong saying that it was okay to be angry as well. That same resentment toward Anders had held him back for years as well.]

[Instead he said nothing, merely looking away as the boy finished toweling off. It wasn't as if the other conversation option was a pleasant one.]

Kimbley and I talked it out. [It hadn't resolved everything. Frustration and fear still chewed at his gut, and he was nowhere near trusting the man. He trusted Gangrel more than him.] You won't be finding either of our bodies this week. At least not because of each other.