I was forced into their ranks, and made to ingest that... thing inside me. I had no choice but to accept it, unless I wanted to remain imprisoned forever.

[And, at the time, he had been wholly ignorant of any alternative, had even believed that some of them genuinely want to make a better world, and that it was the best choice in terrible circumstances. Now, having seen Horos for himself, he's not so sure. Even if the Kenoma Aions believe that, he doesn't trust the Regent -- can't forgive them. Just thinking of that black substance and the way it crawled down his throat is enough to make him sick to his stomach.

He still isn't taking his eyes off her or the grip on that arrow as he continues.]

I don't know if there's a way to ever leave the hold of the Kenoma. If there isn't, you're welcome to put an arrow through my heart yourself. But first, I want to do everything I can to help people here. [Even if that help isn't always welcome, as the shopkeeper so clearly showed.]