Hawke picked up the sword from the ground, looking with sadness as the mysterious infection took the man. Although they didn't really know each other, he knew Wilhem was a good man, and didn't deserve to go out like this. He spoke a few words of ease to the dead man:

[color=silver][b]"... Thank you, Wilhelm. May whatever comes next be better than this fate."[/b][/color]

With that, Hawke aims the broadsword for a quick, clean kill through the mandibles and into the brain.