Alistair: There’s no time. I’ll stay. The Grey Wardens are at fault for this. If they hadn’t … it should be me. Tell my love that–
Inquisitor: Shut up.
Inquisitor: I said shut up.
Hawke: Yes, shut up. Besides, it was my father’s blood that started this. It should be me–
Inquisitor: You also need to shut up. I said we all go back.
Hawke: But this demon spider isn’t going to wait all day! Our chances are dwindling by the second. There’s no way we can–
Inquisitor: Really? Are you kidding? “No time?” “Dwindling by the second?” Listen, we just wandered through the Fade at the most leisurely of paces while I made sure to search for Fade plants and minerals like we were strolling through a fucking field of sunshine and daisies. I also made sure to loot the bodies of the shit-ton of demons we killed along the way, even taking the time to backtrack and recheck areas in case I missed something. Oh, and then there was that moment when I had to stop and rearrange my pack because it was getting too full and not everything would fit. So yeah, of all the things I’m worried about, time is not one of them.