The orc felt a pang in his chest. At first it was relief, he had missed Setrina and it was good to speak with her. But then it changed, shifted and grew sour. She knew about his coming burden. "Yeah... Yeah I'm not looking forward to it. But it's how we survive, right? Keep our heads down..." He turned his eyes down for a moment, and then they were back on the elf. "I've been thinking about it. I don't think I'll survive if I just cut and run. I mean... It's possible, but runaway slaves are pretty much public enemy number one around here. But then I wouldn't have to kill any more of us." He braced himself for what he had to say next. "And... I wouldn't have to keep fighting past your other half to get a glimpse of you."<br/><br/>Kagan smiled, it was a sad smile. "She's... Frustrating. She loves Tannow like he's some kind of dark messiah. All these years I've been waiting for the perfect moment to take him down, but with her around it probably won't be possible. Hell, if I took you with me to do it you'd likely revert to her right before I could deliver the blow." He thought about rising to leave, but stayed on the bed. "It would hurt less if I didn't have a crush on you, but I do, so... I think running is my only choice."