He shuts his eyes, cradling his forehead against one palm.

That's right. He can barely remember anymore, but that long string of demons -- it started with Nightmare, didn't it, because that was the one bound to Corypheus's army. That was the other reason someone had to stay behind to kill it.

Alistair nods, hand still pressed to his forehead. Eventually, he looks up.

"How long has it been?"

He's dreading the answer. It shows.