In Death: Sacrifice
He's at the gates, fighting off the hordes of Darkspawn that try to enter the city. The blood of his enemies is splattered across his body; red, hot, and sticky. Battling isn't something that he's done in a long time. Consciously at least.
Suddenly a loud sound fills the air. Like the beating of wings, or the sound a carpet makes when you shake it. But yet it is not. It is something different, something incomparable.
He looks up at the source of the sound, at Fort Drakon. Light radiates from the tower. He knows what's transpired. He knows who and what were up there. He knows who died to rid the land of the evil that has blighted the land with its taint.
An image appears in his mind. It's of a beautiful woman, as he remembered her so. Her face is flushed and her mouth open wide as she laughs in response to his flirting. The face changes, to one of worry as he tells her he could potentially die in the castle at the hands of something sinister.
The attraction was there, plain in front of him. He'd thought a great deal about her since then. Praying often that the Maker would give her the strength she needed to get through her traveled alive. He wondered if she ever found someone to love, and even fantasized that someone was him. She was an admirable woman. One he will never forget.
Still staring at the tower, he doesn't realize that the Darkspawn have retreated. He needn't notice. He knows it's done.
He smiles, and a single tear rolls down his cheek. Under his breath he prays that her travel to the Maker is a good one.