[Anders' gaze wanders off as Varric leaves him to ponder their situation. He wouldn't have minded a piece in the deliberations, but it boils down to him simply not knowing enough about the ship, the tech, or much of anything, really, to be of any use. It isn't a feeling he's eager to endure any longer than he must.]

Why wouldn't I? I have patients to tend to, mages to help out of the Circle. Our friends are there. [His brows knit together and his eyes fall with those last words. Perhaps he doesn't need to specify aloud that by now he's figured out that Hawke, his Hawke is still there, waiting if not given up entirely on him.]

I have a duty to all of them.