Broken cobblestones covered in muck and mud, the raw open sewage of Denerim was gluey and held him, digging in. Zevran's lashes fluttered, weakness and pain devouring him. Poison coursed through his veins, Taliesin's weight pinning his legs and an arm, a macabre embrace. Coughing, blood bloomed tasting of sharp copper and sickening sweet, jostling Taliesin's dagger where it was buried in his side, the sharp prick so close to his ravaged heart. He didn't have long.

'That's a bad one,' with detached curiosity, Rinna's face hove into view.

"Rin-rinna..."

The cloud of soft hair tickled his face for a moment, before a kiss was pressed to his cold lips. Then she was touching Tali, her hands sliding over the dark leather covered back. But there was someone else there, the weight on his forehead, and Zevran gasped, not enough strength for a scream as the blade was pulled from him, power slamming into him. But Rinna was standing back, Taliesin at her side, so solid...until they faded away.

"Zevran! Hang on," his Warden was bent over him, hands glowing. "Please, please hang on."

Left alone but for his Warden, abandoned, all but dead, he said her goodbye, Cruel to the end. Always.