[Thankfully, most of his life has been training for dealing with unreasonable and spiteful answers. He can handle this. He has patience, and that patience only grows the more he sees the blood his fit draws. A delirium by an unforeseen sickness?

It reminds him of Felix. Gone, with the world they both ache to be in. He won't let that happen again.]

You inspired me, you know. [He sighs, turning his head to look up at the sky. He won't keep insisting, instead just... talking, in hopes of something.] The truth of your past set me on a path I may never have thought to undertake. I wanted... so much, for the future of my homeland. I thought it was just within my grasp. And then suddenly, everything was gone. I didn't know what to do with myself. I thought, why didn't I just die with everything I've ever known? Why bother? There must be a reason for this.

We were brought here for a purpose, Abelas. Your god would not want you to waste this opportunity, just as those I knew wouldn't want me to waste away a chance they did not get.