"But..." He started to protest, to argue, but stopped and listened as she spoke of their impending fate.  Halae's comments had not fully suck into his consciousness.  Her use of him aboard the ship was barely more than a blur of hazy sensations and his outrage at the elven lady's abuse had filled his thoughts up until now.  But at Lauralana's blunt words his mind finally accepted the truth of his own role in this, to be the plaything of monsters and be used to sire more of their kind.  More of the very horrors that would ravage his land and his people if not stopped.<br/><br/>And the worst part was that while he could not remember any of his first encounter clearly, just the thought of it had returned his shaft to such hardness that it ached and throbbed.  He squirmed, trying to find a position that eased his discomfort and weeping softly as he realized that laying before her as he was even with his back to her his readiness was visible to the elven woman.<br/><br/>"I... I will try..." he answered, "But I can't close my heart to your pain.  I'm not that cold hearted.  And I would rather die or lose my mind than learn to ignore the suffering of another.  I swear to you, I will not leave without you.  I will not give up on you Lauralana.  I won't."