It makes me feel like a fool. A child left alone in a dark house, chasing after a candle.

[He finally makes himself stuff another bite of the potatoes in his mouth, swallowing mechanically. It's more something to do with his hands.]

I knew what the cost was, to rid the world of the Scourge. I expected to leave the world the same way I entered it - barely a moment after him.

[A sigh.]

It's true what they say about living being harder.