"... I'm trying." He closes his eyes and gestures to the corpse in the mirror behind him. "I died. I was killed by a companion of mine and I died and no one mourned me in my world. Not my parents, not my companions... they were just angry at me for dying and made me get back to work." Saying it out loud... it makes him feel sick.

But he's trying. "I want people to have better lives than I have. That's part of why I fight. ... I'm just afraid, I guess, to try to step out from my parents' shadows." He looks up again, exhaustion in his expression. "My mother's a goddess and my father's a powerful mage. They're both awful but... they're still long shadows to try to get out of."