Not if he fell into the chasm outside of Skyhold, all mountains and sharp rocks and snow. No one would find him there, no one would even look for him.

Beleth, hah. Alistair, even moreso. Nerva perhaps, and it's almost amusing to imagine that he could disappoint the Templars even in removing himself entirely from their jurisdiction.
It's... heavy. He's thought about it countless times, and yet only now ever spoken about it.

"It's stupid," he admits, in a near-whisper, with a half-laugh. "I don't know why I don't." His arms fold up and around him as he curls his body forward slightly. "...it scares me." For someone as tormented and miserable as he is for every waking moment, he finds it almost laughable that he's still too cowardly to just do the thing.