[ He won't look away from the beast. Only for short amounts of time so he can look at the priest while he talks. Anything else would be considered rude. His frown goes deeper and for a moment, Reinhardt looks every second his age and then some. ] There was no order to retreat. The dragon ripped a hole in the sky and the next thing we know, we're torn from the battlefield and found ourselves up here.

They had no faith in us. A single hero had killed the dragon long ago. So a group of heroes should have been able to slay it again. But instead, they pulled us from the fight. [ It had likely saved their lives, but it still doesn't sit well with Reinhardt, who was more of the 'fight to your last breath' sort. ] Then they tell us to go find someone. The first one of us, somewhere on the planet. If they could pull us up here at any time, why can't they pull this person? Why must we go elsewhere when the threat is right there!

[ He points at the beast. ] That thing was dead. Dead for so very long. It needs to return to death. It suffers and the people suffer. It didn't ask to come back and it didn't ask to be controlled. So yes, I would give it mercy. I would put it out of it's misery.

[ But he can't stand in it's real presence without all his old scars tearing open. He can't fight it without his armor and his weapon, both destroyed by being too close to the beast. ]

But I don't think the Natha will kill it. If they could, they would have already. It seems strange to me. They can stop time, pull us back to the station, and yet they can't kill one dragon.

[ He makes a tsking sound and finally turns from it. He's at his limit. It's making him question and doubt. ]