When Alistair's legs start to cramp, he takes to pacing the full length of the bridge, as slow and measured as if he were on an actual rotation.

When his stomach growls, he ignores it.

The Breach doesn't change; Kieran doesn't come find him; the few other people that cross the bridge don't pay any attention to him. His mind's blank except the Warden's oath. It's not peaceful, but it's a close enough facsimile. Certainly close enough to bear up as a soldier should.

If tonight --

He shakes that from his mind. Keeps a steady pace.

In war, victory, in peace, vigilance, in death, sacrifice.