[ He's right, it isn't his fault. But you know what is? His decision to die killing the Archdemon. He could have done Morrigan's ritual and saved his allies and friends the grief of having to find his corpse, burn him, and mourn like Zevran was apparently trying to. But at the time he had so many reasons not to go through with it — too many risks, the chance it might not work at all, and the biggest one being he just didn't think he had anything left to do in Thedas. He didn't think it would hurt anyone so badly. He didn't think.

He never did. ]

I should be the one apologizing. [ He says with a sigh, closing his eyes as he leans against the bar. Rowan starts to fidget, a hand running through his hair just so he has something to do. ] You have every right to be upset, Zevran. But I'd much prefer that you weren't — because for whatever it is worth, we're here now. Maybe we can make it count for something.

[ A beat, he smiles lightly. ] Or you could punch me in the face. Would that make you feel better?