The years may never come. He may not find a cure, and these four or so years might be all the rest that they have, all of what he can do, and things may never change. But Nate's listening to him and hearing his fears, even the ones he can't put into words, and no one's done that before Nate.

Anders looks away, but he takes the offered hand lightly.

"I told myself that there was a reason Hawke spared me. That I could still do something. But often it feels like I can't, that I'm, no matter what I do, I'm just a murderer, and I'm just that in everyone's eyes."

It feels like he's someone who people can't put faith in, and everyone knows it except him. Like people he calls friends are just humoring him, that he's a weight on the Wardens and nothing else. What if he is just a murderer and Justice simply tapped into his true nature?

Everything would have been simpler if he'd been executed for the Chantry. But he hadn't, which means he's trying to live and sometimes can't see life working.

"I want more, to be more. And I don't know that it's ever going to happen."