Korsarro took a stap back from the sash just to be safe "It messed with my head. Worse than the last one. I.. " He swallowed hard bringing his hands to his face, attempting to wipe the thoughts from his mind through his eyes, terrible aware it would do nothing "By the Beesiah. It made me want to kill myself. The damned thing... I see now why it was locked away." He took to one of the chairs. He needed to compose himself if they were to continue experimentation. He would be no use with his mind still so panicked. He wasn't worthless. Surely not. He would have to think on this. But what if that was what the sash wanted? He shook his head.<br/><br/>He turned to Arn, remembering the hugemans plight. He scratched the back of his head. These were not the kind of conversations he would usually have. "Arn... Surely at some point suring your long quest you've thought that hope was gone, maybe that you couldn't do it? And these thoughts would make you feel somewhat worthless, right? How did you... deal with that." He hated to ask this of a man he barely knew, but he had the sanking suspicion that the huge gentleman would provide better comfort than the battle hardened knight.