"Sypha." A small nod, as if committing it to memory, and a very faint furrowing of his brow at her question. "We are- I am... It's complicated." He glanced down, running the fingers of one hand over the glowing veins of the other, then squeezed his eyes shut, as if willing away an encroaching migraine, exhaling. There were situations suited to Justice's talents, and the idea of imprisoned mages was always going to be a clarion call to that side of themselves... himself... whatever, but things like this needed a more human approach. They were getting better at knowing the difference, more elegant in the transition. He supposed he had Hawke to thank for much of that.
Anders glanced up, aware the silence had stretched to the point it was nudging against awkward. "Sorry. It's a long story. Let's go with right now you're speaking to Anders."
He let a beat pass, to see whether that triggered any spark of recognition, be it gratitude or repulsion - word of Thedas' Most Infamous Apostate-slash-Abomination had to have reached Antiva, right? - before asking "So what's a Speaker Magician? Is that an Antivan thing? I'm afraid I don't know as much as I should about your Circles..."