[There's more. Gods, there's so much more. Darin stops with his back to Zelda and she can see his hands clenching and relaxing as he wrestles with his own thoughts. Part of him wants to turn around and gauge her expression; he's good at that. He can read people. He can see the exact moment where pity or condescension for the 'poor demonkin' slips into a person's eyes coming from a mile away.]

[He doesn't want Zelda to pity him despite believing he truly is the most pitiable man ever.]

[But Dromas— the real one from his world— had made his intentions clear. He wanted to break Darin. To take away all of the comforts he'd known. Make him snap so that he could bring about the prophecy. The end of the world; the destruction of mankind. He hated that Darin got to live and he hadn't and he said as much before they parted. That Darin's was an idyllic life that a coward like him didn't deserve.]

[He decides to keep that to himself. Any mention of Dromas' intentions are likely to lead into a conversation about their origins. What they're meant to do. Keep it simple, Darin...]

He hated that I got to live. Hated me. I don't blame him. But coming here...I thought it might have been a blessing. I thought that maybe he'd never find me. So, when I saw him I thought...I thought this world was in danger because of me.

[He sighs and drags a hand down his face.]

But it's fine. It's fine, like you said. It wasn't him. Everyone's safe.

[He glances over his shoulder and smiles weakly at Zelda.]

...How's the bandage? Did I tie it too tight?