Corypheus is dead. His body lay before us – and I couldn't quite believe it. Was this shock? Or merely just my inability to comprehend how far we had gotten. Wasn't this suppose to be the moment we all waited for? Our anxiety, fears and hopes finally coming to a conclusion.
I peered down at myself momentarily – a bloody one at that. That was the only thought that seemed invaded my brain. Nothing else seemed to penetrate it. For the first time – since all this madness began – my brain was silent. Unfortunately, it wasn't as welcome as I expected it to be.
I looked around. Dorian was dishevelled – his air out of place. He would cringe if he saw himself in the mirror. Cassandra was sitting on the ground, blade and shield in front of her, eyes to the sky. I wondered if she was praying… It seemed like the appropriate time for that. Iron Bull had opened himself a flask – and was drinking. I couldn't blame him.
"Want to pass some of that this way?"
Iron Bull didn't even look – he just threw it. "Thanks.".
"Don't mention it".
I took one long swig before I threw it back at him. Varric looked at me slightly amused, "generally you're suppose to have that before you start the fight of your life".
"Since when are you so picky?"
Varric chuckled slightly under his breath before he turned around to look at the body before us. He walked up to it and kicked it with the toe of his boots. "Just checking," he murmured.
All I could do was nod. I didn't know if I could handle the idea of him coming back. Varric even less so; especially since he believed him dead once before.
"Well are we just gonna stand around and look at the guy? Or are we going to go back to Skyhold and spread the good news?" Dorian's voice came from behind me. I turned around and looked at him – a small, not really convincing, smile was on my lips; but only briefly. "You know, you're suppose to be happy the bugger is dead. At least, the people at skyhold need to see you rejoice. You don't look very convincing Inquisitor".
Dorian was right, "I think I'm in shock honestly".
"You're not the only one," Varric piped in.
I realized it didn't matter though. People we were waiting. Thedas was waiting to hear the news. To them it would be worse still – to them Corypheus could have killed me already. To them – their world could still end at the drop of a hat.
"Let us go back Desideria," Cassandra said, a look of sympathy flashed. I think she understood my emotions. "If not for us – then for the people".
"You're right."
"This will help." Cole said, "The beast is dead. This will help".
A question began to form in my mind. Cole was right. The beast was dead. The sole purpose of the inquisition met and dealt with.
What do we do now?