Alistair has no intention of sleeping yet. Like son, like father, though: fear is exhausting, doubly so when you finally give it a path to rush out all at once.

He runs through the Warden oath like a canticle. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice. Death comes for all Wardens sooner rather than later. If this is the end, so be it. He just doesn't want it to end like this, with the sky rent in two and the Fade come to claim him again.

But he can hold on to that little piece of him that isn't afraid. And hold on to Cullen, quite literally, as he gives in to sleep.