[The expression that crosses Anders' face is measured, as though trying to read something in Hawke that wasn't quite visible.]

Did you get that from Justice? Or whatever part of him was there when you knew him? He asked me something very similar. In fact, he insisted I had an obligation. [He practically spits the word. But his tone is light and airy in the next second.]

No matter, I'll simply tell you what I told him: I prefer to mind my own business and live my own life. Anything else is too...difficult. And likely to result in death, which I hear is painful and I'd rather like to avoid it for as long as I can.

So, no. I wish them all luck, but there is no point rallying against an immovable object like the Chantry.