Alistair,
If you still hate me, you can disregard this letter. Throw it in the fire, if you'd like. Honestly, I think I wrote this so that I could die pretending you could forgive me. Perhaps you'll never even open it. You'll give it to the postmaster marked "return to sender" – although I'm not sure what they'll do with me. The templars at Kinloch Hold were throwing mages into Lake Calenhad; maybe you can ship me there? But I can only delay this so long with a little pre-post-mortem humor.
Riordan told us that a Grey Warden has to die for a Blight to end. Did you know? Is that why you didn't join us for the final battle? Or is it because you were angry with me? I want to believe you didn't know. I understand if you did. I'd never have let you take that final blow either way.
It's funny. I wanted to recruit Loghain because I thought having another Warden might help us both survive the Blight. Before, I never could have sacrificed myself, and now I go to it gladly.
Regardless of how you feel about me, I am sorry. I thought the Grey Wardens could offer atonement. I never thought you'd consider it a mockery of Duncan's memory. And I'm sorry that we hadn't discussed the idea of you marrying Anora before the landsmeet. I was terrified of the thought that I might have to lose you to help Ferelden. I'm glad it worked out this way. You'll be a brilliant king, no matter what you say about not wanting it. And Anora has the experience to help you rule well. And I…
Well, I suppose I'll be immortalized by Leliana. I do hope she doesn't title my ballad "The Warden Who Couldn't Follow A Map", although it's certainly the most apt name she could give it.
Please take care of Dog. I know you owe me nothing, but he adored you and I need to know someone will watch after him.
Regardless of how you view me, you were my family. And I am incredibly proud of the king you will be.
Solona