Alistair nods; his hand falls away, and he shuts his eyes.

"I can't be the only one tasked with -- with fixing everything." Low. "Hawke tried to talk me out of staying, she said, 'a Warden must help them rebuild.' But I can't." Worse, maybe: "I don't want to help them. They won't do anything. And if I can't -- "

He gestures to the letters and the effects.

"If I don't even want to send them what's left of a bunch of traitors so they can sort it out themselves, why should I give them anything I actually cherish?"