"My soul." As a Christian, he truly believed that his deal made with the Master trapped in that cave had cost him that much. Mireena had told him he could be redeemed, that to turn himself back would open him to God again, that his reason for doing what he'd done had been just. And yet it had been her blood that had sealed his fate. Her plea to save their son that had broken his will. A heavy sigh left him as he remembered her broken body in his arms, that pain echoing in his eyes briefly before he turned them away.

"I? I certainly do not wish to choose a side. This is not my war. Not my world. I've no quarrel with any that live here." He offered her his arm as they walked, falling back easily into that sense of being the man he'd been when he'd lived. "This is our fate. We are in this land now and we must try to exist with those that already hail from here. Though... in light of recent events, the notion of making one's own way in the wild is looking more ideal."