Does anyone have—

[ He sounds a little hoarse. The remnant of crying, which he isn’t sorry for; he wasn’t very sorry when he was nineteen, either, and he’s even less sorry now, so completely not sorry he isn’t going to even be defensive about it.

But he is a little out of sorts, and out of order. ]

This is Alistair. [ He’s back. Most of the people who’d be happy about that are dead. ] Does anyone have anything they need for tomorrow?

[ The memorial. ]

Any particular flowers, or—if there’s something you’d like to burn instead of a body. We don’t really do this sort of thing in the Wardens. I don’t know how it works. But I’d like to get out for a little while, so if anyone needs me to collect anything while I’m at it, I can.