"I'm free in that," he assures her. "The Wardens aren't jailers, and while I'm not fond of the Deep Roads, I don't resent being a part of the Grey Wardens. I mean that I've a dozen pairs of eyes at any given time watching me, waiting for me to make any mistake with which they can hang me."

And hanging is high on the list of ways he doesn't want to go. "My actions mean I'm not free, and I won't be free. Not that I'm saying I should be. It's simply that... I won't be."