(Bregg doesn’t react at first, as if he didn’t hear K’ain speak. K’ain takes a few tentative steps toward him and sees he is staring into the blood stains on his hands while murmuring softly. He is praying? Crying? Perhaps both)
Fighting in the war was never like this…
(Bregg turns around, eyes glazed with tears)
There was death, and terrible injuries. I’ve inflicted as much on others… on other soldiers. But these monks. They are worse than beasts. Worse than demons.
I ask Aethelgrim not for strength in battle, but for strength to face the horrors of Arwic. But I don’t know if the god of war gives out that kind of strength.