Benedict nods, blinking slowly, at least comforted the tiniest amount by knowing he won't have to see Colin's face in whatever crowd amasses. Perhaps he can just close his eyes and forget about all of it, when the time comes. No one else will want a goodbye, not from him.

But Colin's question stirs something, and he furrows his brow. "Micaela," he whispers, another tear spilling, raw and hot on his already dried-out eye.
"...we went to Tevinter to get her out," he murmurs, "and-- Kitty did. She wouldn't tell me where she is. But if you can just."

He ducks his head, nearly overcome again, "...find out, from Kitty. Send her a note. Tell her I died in Minrathous."