"My skills in battle are of no importance.  I don't wish to go back to that castle, and I don't believe that any of you have a chance.  I was there, and the corpses of friends slaughtered by my hands likely still rot in the halls, or are inhabited by shades.  You all plunge yourselves so valiantly into the devil's maw, I was lucky to escape.  I'm lucky to walk and breathe, I have no intention of another round.  Maybe it would benefit an Aos si such as yourself to peer into the other side of the conflict.  The world isn't laughter and sunshine anymore.  Soon it will be darkness and nothing else.  I haven't seen a single reason to suggest any of you stand a chance."<br/><br/>His voice came out as a bitter snarl, almost a hiss on some inflections.  Though, if he couldn't get his point across, then he would have no choice but to let them walk to their graves.