He's serious. He doesn't celebrate. And maybe Anders should have seen it coming, because it took being free for years and getting a new chance at life before he was actually celebrating anything. Kostos has not been free as long, and his freedom has been wrapped up in war. Anders drops his gaze before taking another drink.

After a few moments he nods. "We're not doomed. Yet. If I thought we were I... I don't know. But right now the clearest path for the Chantry to regain power is by appointing a new Divine and imprisoning us again, and we don't have things in place to protect us. There isn't a... a foundation."

He is not as drunk as he wishes he was. Or maybe it's starting to wear off. Cheap ale, or something like that. He doesn't know. He just knows that he came here to ignore his reality for a bit and that is not going to actually happen.

"Most of the mages that want to go back give some lip service about the Templars being better this time, not caring about those of us who want freedom or the generations to come who deserve a choice. And it feels very much like the ones who would drag all of us back outnumber the rest. I want a peaceful end where all mages get to choose and I don't see that coming."