[ So it had killed her. This monster, a creature in the dark. Damen instinctively blames Sharon, the one that he knows had created the darkness and mist in the first place. This is her fault; he'd known she was putting people in danger, and the fact that Maketh had been hurt so badly infuriates him. He steps closer to her, anger radiating from him. It makes his large form intimidating, even though it's not directed at Maketh. ]

She's a greater fool than a realised. You did not deserve that.

I'm glad that you live. I am sorry you must live with it.

[ Because no matter what anyone says, it can't be easy to come back to life. You come back knowing something has killed you. Damen doesn't think he'd feel the same, knowing that.

He doesn't say so, though. He nods up towards the swords instead, and clears his throat. ]

You must choose a worthy replacement. What weighting are you looking for? Perhaps I can help.