"Who?" That is a surprise; she had almost anticipated the Wardens guarding the identities of their fallen as closely as other secrets. Accepting the scroll, Leliana considers it for a moment, brow knitting together. More lives lost to Corypheus, and so senselessly. Leliana had seen too much of the world to suppose that all Grey Wardens were heroic, were pure and noble souls, and those illusions had been cast aside long ago (by Jonas, in truth, by knowing of Loghain and unravelling more and more about people the longer she has lived.) Such a gruesome death, though, and when so many of them could have been desperate enough to make it mean something good for the world - in death, Sacrifice.

Their very words had been turned into a sick joke.

"There are possibilities that present themselves. Certainties are not yet known." But they would be. Somehow, she smiles, a brittle sort of thing that should carry a hazard sign. "All things considered, they are already out of hand." If all the deaths were not to be disregarded, in any case. She is aware there is always something worse to happen.