No. We're not dead, from what I can tell. [He almost wishes he was, but he's glad that it isn't so if Hawke is here as well. If he'd been responsible for her death... That isn't something he wants to dwell on for long.

The look on her face is enough to tell him that she remembers. There's no hiding now, although he wants to more than anything, to spare them both the heartache. He could hide behind more lies, or blame Justice -- after all, he'd admitted more than once that there was less of him and more of the spirit in him with each passing day. But that would only be a greater lie. He made the deal, after all, knowing what it would entail.

Even so, he turns away, unable to look at her when he speaks.]

I happened. I felt I had no other choice. It's no excuse... but it is what happened.