"You can't just waltz into the Fade, Fenris. Especially with the state of the veil-"

"I don't care." Something flickered within the elf's bright eyes. Pain, perhaps, or anger--or a disastrous mixture of both. "Hawke has walked in the Fade before, not to mention that damn Inquisitor that dragged her there."

"Then why come to me?"

"You still have that thing fused to whatever passes for your soul," Fenris spat bitterly. "And, for whatever reason, Hawke spared your life. You owe her."

Anders sighed, shaking his head. "It won't be easy. She might be dead already, or worse-"

"I. Don't. Care. You're going to help me find her, and bring her back. Whatever it takes."

"You would risk the world for her?"

There was a beat of silence. Then, "Without hesitation."