Anders turns away again at that. There's a truth to it, because he is on his own. He always has been, in the end - curse of being a mage, really. Allies have been temporary, and more often than not unreliable, and no matter where he is he always knows he'll never be safe. But the way Hawke is saying it rubs wrong, because after everything that's happened recently, it almost feels too much like pity.

He can handle it, because he wanted this, the situation he's placed himself in and the fight that defines his life. And Hawke, no matter who he claims he is now, should understand that.

And he should still be, well. He'd still be angry, wouldn't he?

He reaches out to lift a goblet off the table, twirling it slowly in his hands and looking at the pattern. He has no intention to drink anything here, but he's feeling angry again, and he'd rather not start lashing out while he's trapped in some unfamiliar situation. He'll focus instead on how it feels real when he touches it, and that means that even if this is some sort of dreamworld, or different world, he still needs to treat it like it's real and like it's dangerous. After all, the Fade is like that, and he'd never be incautious there.

He can't afford to remind Hawke of his anger while he still needs an ally.

"That's not entirely true," he says, slowly. He sets the goblet down again, reaching out instead to grab a fork and poke at some of the food. It definitely seems real.

And he doesn't have time for this. Whatever it is, whatever Hawke is, no matter what's gong on. He'd been so close. That's why Hawke had abandoned him. He only had a little more to go, and it'd be over, but he couldn't afford a single more distraction. So why did this have to happen now.

"You have no idea at all how to get back?"