"No, I don't think 'imagining' is the right word for it," Brennan agrees as he settled comfortably beside the other man. "Just like I know I can remember staring at the Breach from my balcony in Ostwick and wondering if this really was the end of the world. Or the fact that I've never been to the Fade and never possessed the Inquisitor's ability to close the rifts."

He lays his left hand stop the bar, palm up to show the very real lack of Anchor there.

"But I think it's this place messing with us. Otherwise I have no explanation for this."

To prove the point he'd come here with, he slides his device across to Dorian, still open to the video feed Faith had found for him. An arrival message Brennan has no memory of, one made with Dorian at his side and an easy companionship between them.