[Oh good, we're breezing past that totally normal thing to say. Anders shrugs again - he must not be talking to the right people. Then again, he is somewhat avoiding the actual locals, hesitant to get swept into anything that could be permanent or full of whatever religious zealotry looks like around here. What he's gotten out of fellow Shard-bearers he's sort into two piles, "indifference" and—]

Admittedly, I've been wandering around that awful garden party for that Yima woman. There's nothing quite like the things they're saying over there.

[Whew! Some of those guys, huh! Now, this is a great question, and perhaps the completely ordinary way he refers to being treated awfully explains away in advance why it takes him so long to come up with an answer. He hasn't had a proper home since he was twelve, and yes, there were bits and pieces of each place he lived that he grew to cherish— Karl and the other Circle apprentices, the good he could do in Kirkwall, each time he found himself folded into a messy group of morons he could call friends— but.

Did he like it, overall. Did he have, hm, a net positive time in Thedas.]

Not really, no. But I'd like it to be better. And there are people I still care about. I think that merits a high enough score to count one way or the other.