All of the ones I know, [ he amends, tugging on Zevran's hair in revenge for the pedantry, ] and who give a damn about the south, and who we could have—

[ Saved, maybe, if they'd stayed instead of running. But he's already been through that Gauntlet, and he doesn't need Zev to tell him things he can tell himself (and not believe either way), so he sighs and briefly squeezes Zevran by the head. ]

You're sure I can't convince you to join, if we have to start over again?

[ A joke. A weak one. If Zevran ever really wanted to, Alistair would try to talk him out of it, and doubly so now. ]