I'm not sure that rampaging mad in a world of corpses and daemons for 6 months was particularly brave. I spent all my time mourning the lost or slaying the foul undead things that surrounded me.

[ He shrugs his shoulders. Loken doesn't realize, or often acknowledge it, but he's got some charisma to him as well, a leader himself with both empathy and the ability to lead from the front. ]

It could be we both need confessors. Not so much for our sins, but rather, for our secrets. I have always hated secrets and lies, but that is the life I have been forced to live. Perhaps you are burdened as well.