[Anders might not be experienced at reading Hawke like this, but that statement makes him stop. It makes it impossible to continue arguing; or be angry at him at all. At the same time, though, it is still so much in contrast to what he is used to, he's not quite sure how to react. He should be happy, most likely.]

It might have been different with a friend on my side.

[It's so easy to give into Justice and his own anger, when he faces oppression and distrust from even the people he fights alongside. But it is also difficult to simply reconsider now; is he supposed to simply let go of everything his years as an apostate has taught him? He doubts he's even capable, not to mention he doesn't want to.]

I suppose I still expect to see a sword, not a staff, on your back.