Draiss stared at her, and suddenly realized that he had made a terrible mistake that night, when he hadn't done more than simply hold her. He looked down, and nodded, before shrugging. "That is your choice, but I think that you should... Nevermind, I am sorry, you want to be left alone."<br/><br/>He stared over her shoulder, before mournfully shaking his head. "I often thought about that last night, you, me, and I have never stopped kicking myself for putting it off. I did you a disservice, and I can't help but wonder how it would have helped you."<br/><br/>He could feel his frustration bubbling, the Niara he knew wouldn't have hidden like this, but maybe her dying was worse than his. "I know I died. Several thousands of times, but I never stopped fighting. Maybe that is all I can do, even now I am preparing and flaunting in front of the evil deities, callin them unsophisticated and childish. But if you honestly are happy here, knowing that the Marilith is still out there, and she plays by no rules, not even her own, then I will fight to keep that happiness intact."<br/><br/>He finished his meal, silent, paying before he spoke again. "But if you can't stand it anymore, whatever it is, you can find me, you know how already, I think. Rest well, Niara, and may you find the peace you are looking for."<br/><br/>He stood up, and walked away, torn between trying to help her and getting her to help him, and could not help but feel he had made the same mistake again. And that he would not be coming back to Union again, himself.