He looked at her, sorrow in his eyes, and shrugged. "You made a choice, which is what my faith offers. A choice, regardless of whether that choice is used for good or ill, to help or harm. I do not truly care about the results, as long as the net sum of possible choices is increased. Yes, I have a personal preference toward helping, due to it being easier to make more choices that way, but I don't punish a bad choice. But the choice you made was a very powerful one. A paladin is similar to what you are, a champion to a cause. But once a champion has fallen, or tries to move to another cause, no other god would willing and knowingly accept them, for the most part."<br/><br/>He stared at the ceiling for a moment, not bothering to mention how her just coming here wasn't rubbing salt on a wound, it was using a powerdrill to ensure maximum penetration of a toxic acid. After a moment, he continued. "You were trapped between two powers, and we forced a choice, which was wrong of us, but the alternative was worse. And you suffered because of it. Now, if you want to change that choice, I can't help you. You have to do it on your own, and you will likely be unhappily viewed by your people for that choice. Have you talked to him about it?"<br/><br/>He stared at the ceiling a moment longer, before suddenly paraphrasing some of what he had said for Ashara's sake. "No one is ever truly alone. Every choice we make is a thread that binds us to someone else, usually more. And rarely do we get a chance to redo that tie, make it better, though we often get chances to cut that thread."<br/><br/>He looked at her, before pulling his holy symbol the one she had been given and cast aside. "The mark is gone, isn't it? The one on your chest."