"Truthfully?" He sighs, taking a sip of tea from his mug, "I don't know much about it. We were preoccupied at the time. From when I met him, to my untimely demise, we were fighting the plague, him and I. We did not have much time to discuss such things. And now, bringing it up seems to bring him genuine distress. One does not wish to overcome such a foe for no reason. Is it simple hubris? Has death taken someone from him whom he'll never forgive death for?"

He stares out past Valdis, taking another sip as he does so, thinking about what could have made Dankovsky's conviction so strong.

"I think I would just like to know why, truth be told."