"But we must retain the lessons of the past, or else we learn nothing." If only it were as easy as just moving forward. He was still struggling with the strange morality of this place and it made every step forward another potential disaster. His only understanding of his time here was 'everything he did was wrong'.

He said nothing--what needed to be said, but turned back to the path. He kept his sword drawn, the blue field crackling along the blade, just in case anything else got any ideas. Covered as his legs were with the blood of the canids, he suspected the scent would drive off any other attackers.

"I do not know why Vesper has tasked us with this. Or how they would manifest in such...odd places."