Ah. Alistair's expression hardens. That's how it plans to get him to turn his back, then.

He doesn't do anything so stupid as look over his shoulder, but he breaks eye contact for an instant, lifting his gaze to the sky beyond Cullen. There's nothing. Just mountains.

Could the demon root so deeply into his mind that it obscures the Black City? He doesn't know. He doesn't remember.

(The tip of his sword wavers: his hands have begun to tremble with exhaustion.)