He remembers the first time he saw this courtyard with Mother, Bethany, and Aveline at his side. He remembers the first time his eyes tracked the statues and his errant thought that all the Gallows needed to turn this into a place of darkest despair would be for those statues to lower their hands from their faces and move.
He remembers that thought and his regret for ever thinking it is like a knife in the gut.
The statues lower their hands, climb down from their perches and rise from their crouches. Mother and Bethany are long gone, but Aveline puts her back against his and they raise their swords and shields together.
"Ever regret you followed us here?" he asks her lightly as he sees the few of his friends who have stayed by his side range themselves through the courtyard to brace themselves for the assault.
He counts the casualties – Bethany lost in the Deep Roads, Mother lost to murder, Isabela lost to her own treachery, Fenris lost to Hawke's choice to side with the mages, Sebastian lost to Hawke's choice to show Anders a cruel mercy in letting him live, but forcing him to run, Anders lost to Vengeance.
Most of his friends are gone, but he still has Aveline.
"Every day, Hawke," Aveline replies, and for a moment his heart sinks. "Now ask me if I'm ever grateful you brought me along."
"Are you ever grateful I brought you along?" he asks dutifully.
Five more steps. Four. Three. The battle will begin anew in just two more steps as the first of the statues staggers its way to them..
"Every day, Hawke," she says.
One.
It's enough.