[ She hadn't been able to turn over the man that she loved into the arms of a woman who... she had trusted, but that night, had seemed suddenly to be another person. She couldn't, in good faith, convince Alistair that she believed producing a child with Morrigan to save themselves was the right thing to do. That night, Morrigan had seemed the very image of the now "dead" Flemeth, and the Warden had passed on her message, her plan, to Alistair without any real conviction of its merits.

Maybe it had been naive. Selfish, even. It's too late for those kinds of what-ifs. ]

I was hardly the only one to die that day, and not the only Warden, either. [ Riordan had been killed by that dragon, too. ] I only did my duty.

[ Really, she might have died in a much more painful way; Robyn barely remembers any discomfort at all, once the pillar of light engulfed her and the archdemon both. ]

I didn't tell you to be lauded as a hero. [ She continues, as if there had ever been doubts about her thoughts on the title 'Hero of Ferelden.' ] I told you because you're my friends, and... I don't want to lie about it anymore. Not to you.