Constantly being coerced into nonsense. [He sighs, exasperated.] The story of my life.

[While lamenting his misfortunes, Saelfen comes across an ornate purple vial that appears to be made of pure amethyst. He looks at the vial for a while, his blue eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Of course, he knew what it was, but he appeared hesitant to claim it.]

Tell me — [He casts a glance at the blonde from the corner of his eyes.] Have you ever regretted something so much that you almost wish you had let yourself fall instead?