Ariana
He would take a seat, sitting with his legs criss cross.

"Death is a complemented thing. I was raised to think of death as a good thing, despite my family house being slaughtered... We did not go out with a fight. We painted our walls in Altmer blood, taking as many as we could with us."

"My father may have died, so did my mother and many of my family. But the fact we went down fighting, instead of begging for our lives and bending the knee to the Thalmor. I say they died well, they knew they were going to die... And went out on their own terms. Death is door-way to another plane we know barely nothing about.

It is a door-way we must leave in our own way. Whether we grow old and slowly pass through the door, or by our foolish accidents we fall through the door, or we earn our right to twist the knob of the door and enter through."


"Death is also a time to be forgiven. A chance for you to look back and regret your poor choices. I have slayed many, and nearly all have regretted their decisions and wished they have more time... They wish they could go back and tell themselves to be different. Which is why I show respect to them in their final moments. They show their true colors when they realize it's the
 end."

Velin went on a long explanation.
Christopher
*He took it all in. It was interesting for him to hear about.*

"Very thoughtful. My thoughts of it have always changed. My perspective... Is a bit different. I'm very old... Obviously. Now that I am no longer in my... Former residence, I've watched people die all around me while I persist. I am an Outlier in Arkay's clockwork. Because of that I see death as something precious. It's why I requested you give them good, honorable deaths. It eases me to take a life if i know they will go to their afterlife peacefully."

*He reached into the sash across his body. Apparently it was storage as well.*

"Wonder if there are any pots around...•
Ariana
He gave a nod.

"I will patrol around, see if I can find any supplies. Spare potions and what not. They will no longer need it.

The samuria would then get up and look around the ruins for anything. He had forgotten the arrow and ripped it out of his arm. But drank a healing potion right away to heal his wound.
Christopher
"No, no they certainly wont need it. You didn't need to waste a potion... I could assist with the injury. A potion wont totally heal you."

*He pulled out some salted meat he had brought with him. He held his metal hand over the fire, heating it up oncemore.*

"It'll work, I worry if the heat may damage some of the more delicate components within me. It's felt a bit too tight lately."