Kain had prepared for death, he'd already done so long ago, when he was first about to sip that darkspawn blood. After all, not everyone survives the Joining. He may well have been dead back then. Then, just knowing it could come anytime, as a Grey Warden, whether through darkspawn or the Calling... he's ready to die. But... not like this, and not so soon. He'd always thought he'd have more time.

He thinks of the letters he's been trying to write, which he's kept hidden for well over a year. Damn it... he'll never... never get a chance to...

"...sorry..." It feels sort of useless though, as he holds her almost protectively.