All the emotions and self-blame came flooding into Eccar's mind at once. For so long he had relied on his might whenever he faced a problem. He solved things with his fists, his strength, and his powers rather than stopping to understand his emotions or the situation around him.
He had always been a Dragonborn who knew how to fight. That was what he was good at. But now, as he stood before the Chaos God and listened to every accusation, he began to wonder whether fighting was truly all he could do.
If all he knew was how to use his strength to destroy whatever stood in his way, then what made him different from a monster?
The Chaos God continued staring at him with its disturbing smile, but Eccar was no longer focused on the creature. His mind had turned into himself as he struggled to understand his own thoughts and feelings.
