I weep because I am the last.

And I have to tell Fergus about how I couldn't protect his family.

(It was my only job.)

Five days and seventeen hours ago, I was complaining to my father about not getting to fight.

Now I would give anything for five more minutes with him.

(My name was Pup.)

Five days and sixteen hours ago I promised my nephew that I would teach him to fight.

His blood is still on my chest from where I tried to hold him one last time.

(He was only six.)

Five days and eight hours ago, my mother and I ran to my family's treasury.

The blade in my hand drips crimson tears from its tip.

(The blood of traitors.)

Five days and seven hours ago, Duncan grabbed my belt and dragged me from my home.

The smoke is still stinging my eyes.

(Maybe I'm just crying.)

Five days and four hours ago, we stopped to rest because I couldn't move.

I couldn't remember how to breathe.

(Air is for the living.)

Five days and one hour ago, Duncan commends me on my stamina.

Really, I'm just too afraid to do anything but run.

(I have to tell Fergus.)

Three days and fourteen hours ago, I met the King.

He says he is waiting for my father.

(So was I.)

Three days and ten hours ago, I meet Alistair.

He does not look at me with pity, instead he smiles.

(He doesn't know.)

Three days and four hours ago, I turn over every human body.

I pray I don't find my brother.

(Because without Fergus, I am nothing.)

Three days and three hours ago, we find Morrigan.

He says don't trust her, and I realize I can't even feel below my neck.

(Numb from loss.)

Three days ago, I became a Grey Warden.

I almost hope the blood kills me.

(But it doesn't.)

Two days twenty three hours ago, the King tells me to light a beacon.

He says take Alistair, it's important.

(Something isn't right.)

Two days nineteen hours ago, I was staring at a troll.

I feel no fear.

(I barely feel the arrows that pierce me.)

Yesterday night, I woke in a hut without my clothes.

Morrigan tells me Alistair is outside, worrying.

(I am relieved he, at least, is alive.)

Yesterday morning Alistair gives me new purpose.

Build anew.

(He meant an army. I meant me.)

Late yesterday morning, I ask if he is alright.

And I know the pain he speaks of.

(I had lost a father, recently, after all.)

Yesterday afternoon, I tell him my family is gone.

I do not mention my name, which means nothing now.

(All the Couslands are dead.)

Last night, we were attacked by Loghain's men.

Apparently, we killed the King.

(Even though we were dying in a tower.)

Today, I weep because I am the last.

I weep because Alistair does not.

(And someone needs to cry for the both of us.)

Tomorrow, I will not weep because I am the last.

I will smile because he smiled for me.

(And someone needs to try.)

Tomorrow, I will not falter.

We will face the loss together.

(I am a little less numb.)

A/N: I really hope this goes over well. It's... a little different. I enjoyed writing it, though, and that's all that matters. (: Thanks for reading.