"Mmm," Anders hums in agreement, thinking quietly of the ruined thaigs in the Deep Roads and the scars of war in the Dales and the husk of Lothering. There is a strange pain there, too. An odd sense of loss and nostalgia for places he's never known. It penetrates his quiet, contemplative numbness as if through a sieve.

"I wonder if they can come back, once we fix all this."