"I don't know how long I'd last down there. A week or two at most."

Gently, he sets Cullen's folded clothes atop his pack.

"Which is an extra week or two I wouldn't have with you, in service to -- to something I hardly believe in anymore. Darkspawn...they're like insects. They're born a hundred at a time. However many I killed wouldn't make much of a dent in things."

Alistair breathes out.

"I've already done my duty as a Warden by staving off a Blight. I think I've earned the chance to die in sunlight."