Ardnt hadn't seemed interesting in speaking yet, and instead of pressing, the monk left him to enjoy the simple breakfast, retiring to his quarters for the rest of the morning to write.<br/><br/>Luitwin didn't spare many details, he wrote of their saving of the foreign castaway, his distance from god, how he himself had offered both hands and lips in service so that he would be redeemed under sanctuary. The monk failed to mention their incident during the bath, but locked it away in his own thoughts, along with his own sinful transgressions the night prior. It was a fact that he wasn't so stupid as to believe the man would accept his help under the pretense of wanting to genuinely change, it was either the aide of the church or his neck and the only thing standing between both was Ardnt's pride. Luitwin only hoped that he had reached an age where pointless pride wouldn't have sent him to his death.<br/><br/>Something was interesting about him, he loved to hear Ardnt talk, even the little blasphemies and hollow excuses he had to offer. He felt running hands up his legs and across his chest like he had wasn't enough to sate this new, deeply rooted aggression he could feel brewing inside of him. To want was a crime, whether it be wealth, food, sleep, violence or sex, these were all sins of excess. Luitwin was no stranger to desire, though he had lived for so many years with naught but the essentials for living, that having  a face to apply to his whims... It was too sudden, like the devil of dross had thrust a hot spoke up through his gut and by some hellish curse it never cooled, radiating.<br/><br/>He cast his eyes on the blade again, sitting lonely at his bedside. He wrapped it up with his journal and tucked both away in a chest which held his few belongings. Before he'd check on Ardnt, Luitwin folded the clean squares of cloth from the basket and set it back by the door. Softly shutting it behind him, he stared at the man a moment, before quietly trodding close.<br/><br/>In silence, he listened to Ardnt, heart fleeting at the admittance of wrongdoing. Sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over the man, he was close, pulling the wide collar of his linens aside to inspect the stitching and how it healed overnight before pulling back. No infection, that was good, and hopefully the following days would be free of trouble.<br/><br/>"I've no need to second guess myself, Ardnt.. I'm very sure in my thinking. I would rather risk my flesh and bone than live with the knowledge that I tried nothing to stop the execution of a man who still has the capacity to do good." He didn't stand, instead looking at Ardnt almost too sweetly, and pulling the man's hands up as if they were somehow proof of his words. "Look at these and don't underestimate their power. What good is an education? Without the sentiment of vengeance it does nothing but inhibit a murderer from taking another life. Why leave you to die when my dream would do the same? And do more by transforming these hands of yours into the tools of god. I respect the court, but I don't enjoy seeing men die, their bodies wasted." He gripped Ardnt's hands tightly, expressive and passionate when pulled away from his normally cool and professional demeanor.<br/><br/>Luitwin let him go, folding his own hands in his lap and regaining some composure. "Forgiveness isn't about changing the past. Your sins are lost to time. God would rather see your devotion and deem you reborn. We all walk the flesh of God, and he has as many scars as you, he is wounded by the atrocities of man. Like I do for you we do for God, tending to his body, trying to mitigate the pain, make the memories less foul..." Luitwin stood up now, a hand on Ardnt's shoulder briefly, gesturing for him to rise and follow.<br/><br/>"Come, to my room, I would like to hear from you in privacy." He smiled warmly, reminding Ardnt to shut the door behind him. He allowed the man to have a seat on his bed, assuming that even of his stature, standing still made him feel weak. "Memories, confessions, anything you like. They don't have to necessarily be your troubles, just.. stories, Ardnt."