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"I do not." he replied stubbonly. Alliene's influsence had obviously spread further then she'd first believed. "I would... not be able to face her. Assuming she did not gut me as soon as she saw me... which would not be such a bad thing." he paused. The he looked at Verloren again, "So, you are not drow, nor are you like your sister... how would you believe I could atone? I damned myself, I have forsaken my family and my deity, and you believe I can yet be... what, saved? Why? Do you still hold any feelings for me?" he dropped his eyes, still distraught. "You treat me as a child, and yet... it is so much more complicated then that. I have become a monster." he looked pointledly at Avalon, "'Wyrmling' you call me... I suppose you are right." he addressed Verloren again. "Why are you going to this much trouble to save me? It's not like you'll ever embrace me again, or even treat me as family."
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