It's been years that the song has been threading its way through his life. It hums from the vials in his belt pouch, it winds a basso threnody through his mind when they venture into the Deep Roads, but worst are the choruses it sings down his spine when he has to lay his hands on warm, living spirals of lyrium carved deep into one man's flesh.
The song, the song, the song, so beautiful, so haunting, so thrilling. It makes Justice love this life outside the Fade.
The song, the song, the song, looping its melody across Fenris' body makes Anders hate this life where he could crave something and someone that will always hate him back.