"Yes. It was an eventful year." Anders stares into his own glass, a glass he intends to nurse indefinitely. "I ... didn't want to give anything away. For all I know, the same things won't happen for you, and then I'd just be giving you needless cause for upset."

The nature of the Initiative's missions is such that Anders is now quite well aware of alternate timelines, and the changes that can be wrought therein. Granted, he's still not sure how his group's presence at that muddy bardic gathering Woodstock changed history.

"But those three things did happen. Four, if you count ... blueness, which is more of a continual happening. And you know about Karl."

There are infinitely many ways their lives could have diverged from a common path, and yet the year 9:34 turned out the same for them both. Except that Garrett is apparently a mage, and shouldn't that make everything different? Make him care more. Make him ... not so blighted nonchalant about what Meredith was doing in Kirkwall. A mage as Champion. What could that mean? For Kirkwall's mages? For everyone?

For Justice?

"I'm sorry those things happened the way they did. I'm ... sorry to hear I wasn't any more help than I remember being."