You're not coming back, but I have to talk to you. I have to believe you're somewhere where you can hear me say goodbye. But I don't want to say goodbye. My darling boy, how can I say goodbye? How can I accept this?

My throat hurts all the time. There's a knot in my stomach, too. I can't, I can't bear this. I wish I'd never gone to Denerim. If I'd been here, maybe you'd still be with me. Or I could at least have had a few more months with you. My darling boy, forgive me.