He listened to Maki's admission with a closed expression, and there was a long pause of silence after she had drawn to an end.  He gave what she had to say considerable thought, gaze dropping to the food as he studied his emotions and memories.  It was a serious question and deserved the added consideration.  He continued to eat; a veteran adventurer, he knew better then to let good food go to waste, and more so because he was still recovering from his wounds, but it was slow, allowing all his focus onto her question.<br/><br/>Finally though he looked up at her, offering a comforting smile.  "I cannot hate you for the actions of your kin, Lady Maki.  I am not even sure I can allow myself to truely hate Magi Mardok.  The things he did, he did not do them out of spite or malice.  He sought power and knowledge, and saw me as nothing more then a tool, not a person."<br/><br/>He glanced at little Shera a moment then to Maki again, "Do not get me wrong.  I did hate him, with every fiber of my being for a very long time.  Perhaps it was the Sisters that managed to guide me away from such feelings, or maybe I am an old soul, but there I allow little room in my heart for hate."  There was little room there for anything but duty and oath.  He held to his Pledges tightly, and it was that devotion more then anything that set him apart from other Knights of the realms.