What he wanted, yes - up until very recently. Up until he met his sister, a woman he barely remembered, and everything he'd wanted his history to be slipped from his grasp. Once rediscovering his own past stopped mattering to Fenris, the memories which slipped uninvited into his mind stopped bothering him, and there hadn't been anything left with which to hold Hawke at arm's length.

Hawke didn't remember it. That conversation, that admission, or anything that came after it.

"My sister," he said. "Varania. She contacted me several days ago, asking for a meeting. Do you remember that? Do you remember that it was a trap?"