"I suppose," he mumbles.

Another beat passes. Then Alistair lifts his head, shifting to face Cullen in full.

"Listen." He frees his hand so he can touch Cullen's cheek. "If things end up...ending. If Corypheus wins, or if this illusion falls apart, even if this has, has all been some thrall -- it's the happiest I can ever remember being. You've made me so happy, Cullen. Every moment of this has been -- beyond worth it."

His throat starts to lock up again. He swallows; pushes through it.

"Thank you, for everything you've done. Everything you are. I love you."