Everyone has the potential to be good. [ Caoimhe reassures him - but mostly herself. The statement leaves her mouth with a definite certainty, but her hand in his still trembles. ] I am not... I am not the best with these sorts of things either... Despite living for as long as I have.

But... [ Her breath shakey. ] Even when I was young, I tried really hard to talk to Goblins, Orcs, and even the Giants of the mountains... But I was always whisked away, and always told that they were bad. I never understood why, because we are all no different from them.

[ Caoimhe lets his hand go suddenly and she moves to her face. Wiping away the tears that seemed to come. She could not help but remember the dead bodies - all those dead bodies. ] I'm sorry.. Its.. It's all complicated. I don't want to bother you with all my thoughts, its... It is a lot of things, you know... M-Much like A drop of water, when it spills into the ocean. It simply disappears, yes? In the depths of what it is. The mass of it - eternal almost. It feels like, even if I said what I mean to share... All of what I will say, would only be swallowed by that vastness of that eternal embrace. That it means nothing, because there are more important things at hand that we should spend our energy on...

Even I know that...