"I don't know." Still pacing; his hands clench and unclench at his sides. "Exile him. Strip him to his smalls and dump him in the Wastes, I don't know -- "

If Rainier wants to die, that's more than fine by Alistair. He doesn't care.

His next line of pacing takes him closer to the door: he swerves that way, pointedly not looking at Lavellan. Muttered half to her, half to himself: "I need to be -- not here."