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There were times that even Anders could bring himself to admit that joining with Justice had been a mistake
When he slept however he felt his mind separate from Justice, the spirit unable to travel back to the Fade along the delicate tendrils of slumber. When he slept Anders felt like himself, Anders the Grey Warden, Anders the irreverent who had oogled a statue of Andraste, Anders the escape artist.
Anders the Mage, who believed in his cause but wasn’t so consumed by it that the pleasures of life passed him by.
He missed that.
- Part 1 of Mythology