[ Trahearne slows to a stop as she speaks, a worried frown crossing his face as he does. Is there anything she, or anyone else could do? What would make any of this better? He cannot be brought back from the dead. Would he even want that? Tyria has surely moved on by now--as much as he selfishly wishes he could be there to see things through, perhaps it's best things are left in better hands. He has been given a chance here, and he's taking it. That his human friends even give him a chance at friendship, despite his nature, means the world to him.

That resolve, the insistence that things can be better, reminds him of someone. ]

Your companionship--your friendship is more than enough for me already. [ He reaches to gently place a hand on her shoulder, a quiet plea for her to look at him and listen to what he has to say. And regardless if she does or not, he gives her a small, reassuring smile. ] I am happy here. That I even have the chance to reflect on my life in Tyria, to use what lessons I have learned to better the lives of everyone else I've met here is a blessing.

But I understand where you're coming from. And I appreciate the sentiment, Beatrix. [ He nods. He doesn't want this to be a big deal. ] It's all right.