Do it for me, Alistair doesn't say—or does say, possibly, in the way he glances up at Zevran's face and then puts his cheek against Zevran's shoulder, like a dog's needy lean. But he can't say it. The best he could say is do it for the Wardens. Do it for Thedas. Do it so there's an Antiva left to retire to afterwards.

"Why did you stay to help with the Archdemon?" he asks instead. "You couldn't have liked us that much."