"We walked in the Herald's steps. No one should ever do as we have done, nor in such great number. We're playing with theories we don't understand and magicks wielded by those who understand even less." Not just the Rifters, but most of the shardbearers. "We tried to bring out a demonic being, and instead we all got brought into the Fade. We ought to be more careful."

He huffs, annoyed, welcoming the annoyance, and moves himself closer to Aleron for the sake of comfort, a feeling of more privacy even though they have some now already. "And it wasn't just our little personal demons encouraging us along the way. The Nightmare, it said things. Things meant to dig under your skin. I would like to say it didn't succeed, but with the length of the battle, and those little...fears it had under its control, those that appeared in different form to everyone, I'm afraid I was weakened. Everything in the Nightmare's realm was made to cause us to falter and fail. It is a miracle we all got out."