For a moment, Carlisle thinks Glacius may be dozing off, but then the alien rights himself and speaks -- perhaps it had been his imagination, or a trick of the dim light in the dark.

He reddens in the shadows, his own hand moving to place itself atop Glacius' at his shoulder. "The thought of my lineage is daunting enough," he admits. "And what amends I have yet to make, as well. That I must redeem myself in the eyes of my goddess, and I'm not sure how far I'll get in that endeavor."

He only has so much time, after all -- possibly less, if Glacius' concerns that he is pushing himself closer toward his end have any validity. He doesn't wish to feed Glacius' worries though, and so he continues:

"But... I feel stronger with you at my side," he admits, his voice quiet as he pushes the confession out of him. "I feel as- as thought I can do more than I ever believed. I don't" —he clears his throat— "know if you know what- what that means to me. I've doubted myself for so long, and still do -- with reason -- but I..."

Carlisle sighs, getting off-topic. "I... I value your support. I am no Pendlebrook Brimstone, but I will do my best to not let you down."