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I don’t want to die, Lehmen thought as he plunged the sword into the dragon’s head with all his might.Tears of sadness and anger rolled freely down his cheeks. Thoughts of Zevran and what could have been flashed through his mind. His head spun, but he held on with what little stamina he had left. He could feel the corrupted power of the Old God’s soul pass through him as the life essence drained from the beast beneath him. Lehmen’s vision blurred and went black, but still he held on. He had to finish this; all of Thedas relied on him.
Behind his closed eyelids he saw the faint image of Zevran, his face filled with worry, just as Lehmen had last seen it some hour ago. Lehmen recalled his last words to him.
Whatever happens… I love you.
I love you , Lehmen repeated under his breath as everything fell silent.
“Andraste’s flaming ass! He breathes...”
Zevran’s voice rang through the darkness like a lantern guiding the weary traveller, and it was all Lehmen could hear. For a moment he thought they had died and been reunited in the eternal bliss of the afterlife, but as he came to he began to feel the discomfort of cold, hard stone pressing against him. And there was a presence there; a warm weight on his shoulder accompanied by the smell of leather.
Antivan leather, Lehmen corrected himself with a weary smile. “Zevran.”
“He’s alive!” Zevran cried out, and Lehmen felt him lie down on top of him, crushing him in a hug so strong it took the breath out of him.
“Don’t ever do that to me again!” Zevran said, squeezing Lehmen’s shoulders.
Zevran was alive. And he was alive. Morrigan’s ritual had succeeded. And the Blight was over.
Lehmen allowed himself a sigh of relief, but winced at the pain shooting through his battered body.
“Ow,” he muttered under his breath, and Zevran hurriedly got off him. He helped Lehmen roll over onto his back, looking at him with the same worry as Lehmen remembered from before the battle.
Lehmen looked up at Zevran and smiled. “I love you,” he said.