[Anders winces a bit at the mention of the manifesto. Three years of his life dedicating long, endless, nights for the hope his words might change something...all for nothing. In the end, it hadn't been words that were needed.

He didn't like to think about it.

Luckily, Fenris' thanks offers a preferred distraction and he plays it off as though those words made him wince instead.]

I don't think I've ever heard those words come out of your mouth. I'm surprised you even know them.

[Yes, snarking was much easier to smile than having to work out working together on their own. This was were having Hawke to simply follow around was easier.]

Either way...you're welcome.