[Even he is not sure why he continues to embrace the darkness.]

"All three of my brothers succumbed to the darkness," he admits. "My eldest brother first and the others following after a few weeks…"

Pent mulls over this quietly.

"After your eldest brother fell… why did the others continue? How could they keep using it, knowing what it did…?"

There's a glimmer of bitterness, so very alien to the man, in the scholar's purple eyes.


"And you…?"

"I'm not sure. I think…" He hesitates. "I think I seek the knowledge to restore my brothers."

A tiny smile, sad and yet hopeful, tugs gently on his lips. "Knowledge greater than power."

Where I pulled sad!Canas from, I shall never know.