"It doesn't matter. He made his choice." And in the end that choice was not Hawke. Anders chose his revolution and Hawke could only hope he was actually helping mages and not completely lose to Justice or Vengence or whomever he was now. Lavellan was farther in time that Hawke so he hoped his future felt would one day truly believe those words.
He caught where Lavellan looked, but he stopped himself from saying anything. The Vint was still a sore spot for him though he was doing his best not to constantly be a prick. It was difficult considering the man was everything Hawke hated about Tevinter.
His eyebrows jumped. "Merrill said but I was skeptical. I guess that'll teach me to doubt. That's very strange magic though I suppose not impossible. Hard, yes, but not impossible." His father taught him that nothing was impossible for magic. Just because some mage hadn't figured out how to didn't mean it couldn't be done no matter what conventional knowledge said. A mage knew reality was flexible and merely had to figure out how to make it bend.