'This does sound like something I would do,' a part of Zaroth found Vera's words believable. He wasn't one to break under pressure—no matter how grand or hopeless things looked, he would fight to the very end, no matter how slim his odds of winning were.
But then a seed of doubt entered his mind. Vera had lived through the eyes of so many, experienced the pain of torture up until their death. Then how could he have experienced something far worse?
The only possible explanation was that he would go through something no mortal ever had. Yet, he couldn't imagine what that might be. Perhaps his soul could be shattered—only to be restored, then shattered again?
Perhaps his mind was being clouded—altered by some kind of spell or curse?
'No that makes no sense,' he shook off his head, 'she said that I chose it willingly, what could be the reason for me to go through something like this? What is there to gain?'
