bastardwarden:

             ”If you had to choose, how would you want to die?”

So serious he looks, asking such a grim question. He does
not truly mean if you had to.  Instead, he wants to ask if you
had a choice.  His answers are  just as grim  as his inquiry:
all talk of  longing to die with  his family,  with those who he
cared for so much. But that ship has sailed and sunk to the
bottom of a great sea.

                                         Maybe dying of the taint will be better.
                                         In comparison.

Death always loomed over him, as it did every Grey Warden,
the taint ever flowing in their veins, fueling  them  for  a  time,
but rotting them in the long  run.  Despite  this,  the  thought 
is one that has seldom  crossed  Alistair’s  mind.  It’s  funny,
how   one  surrounded  by   death,  and  one  who  is   dying, 
might not consider his own demise a possibility. 

         ”I do not know,” Alistair admits, thinking as  he  speaks.
         ”I suppose I’ve always assumed  I  would  perish at  the 
          time  of  my  Calling,  no  doubt  being  felled  by  some
          darkspawn down in  the  Deep  Roads;  hopefully  only
          after I’d done my share of slaying, but… that is not what
          you asked.” He pauses, frowning for a moment before
          deciding on his final answer.

         ”The circumstances of my death would not matter,” he
           says. “So long as I had a friend by my side.”