Draiss took the blow, feeling it slid into his gut, and looked down at it, before looking up at his companions. "Hold for a moment, this probably won't take long."<br/><br/>All three of them are wrapped in a divine shield, skin tight to prevent anything offensive from getting through, before turning back to Borval, and grabbing his wrist, stopping the creature that had been a companion, almost a friend, from twisting the blade further, even as his eyes met, and bored into the creature's eyes. "I took that blow, because you are right. I did fail, and I killed two friends and two allies that day. I broke several promises, by dying right beside you. I didn't survive, Borval, though that name isn't yours any more, but I burned, for nearly 200 years I wandered and burned with the power that I had been forced to accept. I killed more creatures and beings than there are grains of sand in a plane, and in the end that plane is now a wind blasted desert, without life, future, or past. If you honestly think that this pain means ANYTHING compared to what I suffered because of that, or what you yourself are now suffering, then allow me to prove that you know, as you did back then, NOTHING."