Nyrissa was sitting up at this point, though she still looked... shaken to her core. The two monsters kept their distance from everyone - not that there was a whole lot of room on the tower's pinnacle, with the entire adventuring party, the massive hoard of gold, and the recently-slain dragon - who the pair kept casting glances towards.<br/><br/>There is some definite hesitation, but some explanations and a few modcums of trust would allow for it to happen.<br/><br/>By the time he is done unloading, Anke is openly sobbing from the tide of emotion, and even Nyrissa is looking sympathetic. Anke, however, manages to steel herself through it, gripping the Nightmare Rook's feather tightly enough that it nearly cracks.<br/><br/>"I see... now, let me show you why you should end me, as the monster I am," Nyrissa said - and began to share<em>her</em>memories. Thousands of years of anguish - everything from her memories of being ripped away from her beloved, and her soul torn apart, through the hundreds of kingdoms she brought to ruin over the ages, the pain and agony she inflicted on both those she targeted, and those around her... and all through the utterly callous lens of her own experience; dispassionate and casual towards the entire experience, through the millions of deaths and endless destruction she caused. While she contextualized everything, it was an overwhelming volume of information, and shared with an immortal's perfect memory, every wound as fresh as the day it happened, every death as clear and vivid as if it happened right in front of them.