Draiss had stepped around her, and stopped after a couple steps, with a long sigh. After a moment of thinking, he spoke over his shoulder, not actually looking at her, but clearly talking to her. "I have been in pain for most of my four hundred year life. Mental pain, agony, if you want to be completely honest. I honestly don't know how to function without it, I have been living with it for so long. I deal with it, in my own way. If that way stops helping, I will come find you, but for now, others need your help. I can survive a while longer with my own way."<br/><br/>He continued onward, heading toward the only way he knew how to deal with the pain. It was not what most people would do, but he wasn't most people, and ignoring the mistakes and failures of the past wouldn't help. He confronted his, wallowed in them for an hour a month. It wasn't healthy, it wasn't fixing the problem, but at least he remembered, acknowledged, and tried to learn from them. And he NEVER shied from it. This was his penance for his own sins. He stepped into the room, and sat at the table, and waited for his own personal hell to start. It wouldn't be long.<br/><br/><hr/>An hour later, he staggered from the room, and slid down the wall, curling up, his head between his knees, and waited for the pain to stop. Agony wasn't a powerful enough word for what he forced upon himself, but it would have to do. After a moment of collecting himself, he stood up, took several deep breaths to at least appear normal to those that could sense his distress, and headed back to the common room.