Altan considers Varric with a sad sort of confusion, not a mien that comes easily or habitually on him. He doesn’t know this man, but the kind of intimacy that they once shared leaves a weight in the air that even he can see.

He stares at Varric for a long, silent moment.

“Given that I think I’m dead? It’s been fine. I miss Carver and Mother. But hey, I’ve been able to sleep in as long as I like, and I get to eat as much as I like, and no one’s tried to stab me, and there’s no odd smells. I -.” He thinks of saying something vulnerable, but decides otherwise. “I think I should apologize for whatever it is I got you into. It might have led you here, considering.”