Anders reaches across the table and pokes him in the arm. Yes, solid. No, not rotting.

For a number of reasons, Anders knows they're not in the Fade. Most of those reasons have to do with Justice. He contemplates the abyss of metaphysical questions that suddenly yawns before him, and swiftly decides: that way lies madness.

"Who can say? Perhaps you never really died at all. However, if that woman thinks you're dead, what in the Void can she want from you?"