[Anders gives him a sympathetic look for the wince, briefly; yep, that's the Big Itch, he knows exactly what that feels like. A minor key reprieve of it itches in his palms when he does this thing, after all.

But it's quick, and he drops his hands to his sides to shake them out a little when he's done.]

You have no idea how refreshing it is to hear something like that. If someone asks me why I'm not thrilled about the end of my world again, I might just bury myself back under the tree.

[Unreal!! What's with these guys!]

I mean— I feel the same, more or less. About having a duty.