He stared at her, and started laughing. He just couldn't help himself, she sounded just like Jashah. After a moment, he managed to stop, before giving her a look like he was trying to desperately hold onto himself. "I watched hundreds, if not thousands die as we traveled through the empire, even more when me and the other heroes began the push to get through the miasma border, and then, after finally killing the lich leading the lizards and pretending to be a god, which is was powerful enough to pull off fairly well, and after that, I get killed by my allies, my comrades, the seven people I called friend and who me and the other three wasted an hour of rest trying to come up with a half way decent story to conceal why they hadn't followed the four of us in. And not just killed, butchered, then laughing as they stabbed again and again and again. And just not dying, and having to lie in the forest, watching them doing the same to the other three and then rolling off the path down a cliff or something when they realized that I hadn't died and turned to finish the job?<br/><br/>And I am supposed to just be... normal, sane, regular after that, and to just walk away, start over, KNOWING what they did, to me and the other three, and are being called heroes for it?"<br/><br/>He snorted softly, before shaking his head and heading along the path, his feet moving faster, like he was trying to get away from the memories conjured up.