"No, my loyal companions, I'm the Grey Warden and it's my duty to sacrifice myself to end this hellish nightmare once and for all. And for the last time, Morrigan, no, I don't see how making an unholy demon baby is a good solution to this particular problem. Goodbye my friends, and Alistair."
Thus the Warden struck the Archdemon, and while both dissolved into legend, an unknown power granted a last gift upon the dying hero: a vision of the future he had sacrificed everything to protect:
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Superstitious folk swear that, on the gloomiest of nights, if you pay attention to the rustling of the leaves around Fort Drakon you can still hear the lasts words of the Warden:
"Oh, Fuck".