[He ran his hand over his jaw as he thought how best to explain.]

Not quite. The reason we're here...you know how spirits watch mortals through the veil? There's other beings watching all of us on the fleet similarly, except there's no way to communicate with them, really. In the meantime, we just have to keep living our lives day-by-day. Since the universe is always going to have it's flaws, there'll always be something to help with. On the last planet I remember going to, there was a group of people suffering from an unknown illness in their environment. Some of those on the fleet, were able to fix what was making them sick, others of us helped the sick get better. It was hard work but worth it.

[Perhaps a strange thing to hear from the mage who'd once only thought of his own best interests and goals, but Anders had never felt more at ease since Kirkwall than when he'd run himself ragged healing all of those people.]

We've also come across slavers who've needed...dealing with and I'm sure they won't be the last. You'll still have purpose, I'm sure.