[ A very large hand rests upon one of those slumped shoulders. It engulfs the whole of it. Though it's heavy due to the size of him and the strength behind it, it is also gentle. As soft as his smile.]

It was not a foolish question and you should not be sorry for it. None the less, you are forgiven. [ The forgiveness is sincere and heartfelt as the rest has been. This is a man that truly wears his heart out of all to see. ] That, that is all any knight can hope for. To die for a cause they believe in. There is nothing more noble than that. Still...I might be at my limit today.

[ He can admit that much. He can admit that he's not yet ready to stand in it's presence for long as he might wish. But it also means he'll be back again, standing before this image. Again and again. As many times as it takes before he can just take whatever pain he feels from it. As it's not the physical pain that hurts him. Or the sorrow. He's lived a long time with both of those. They are old friends to him. Its the dark negativity. The doubt, the anger, the fear. That's what gets him most. ]