That’s not the reason. [The words come out before he even thinks about a reply. He pauses and rubs at his face. The dream and this place have been wearing on him little by little.

But Nehan is an odd friend and teacher.] It’s me.

[He could elaborate. But he is clearly visibly struggling with what to say. So he just says it.] I keep myself chained for a reason. If you want me to let them all go, I will.

But fighting like this…killing while fighting like this. Isn’t new to me at all.