His directionless gaze softens as he listens to Ginko's words. They don't erase his doubts, but he finds their weight lessens. Even if he disagreed with Ginko he couldn't ignore the conviction with which he spoke. Even if he didn't believe their meaning Ginko did, and in this moment where everything had felt lost suddenly the Psionic sees a path clearing in front of him. It was tenuous, a decrepit rope-bridge strung across a gaping chasm. He hadn't the strength to cross it now, but it was there. At least one person believed he could be better.

Regrets, emptiness; these were passing wounds and pains. Every feeling was fleeting: happiness and joy, but sadness and anger also. When the day was over and these memories of vampires and their kin were far behind him would he feel as lost as he did right now? Could Ginko's words ring truer then?

Maybe his own kindness didn't make up for his tacit compliance, but neither did his regret. Perhaps he followed Signless for selfish reasons, but he did believe in the other troll's vision. At least, he believed a world like the one Signless saw was one worth fighting for. His fears quiet. He sees Ginko before him and hears the lapping of the lake's wave against its bank.

"...What would waiting accomplish?" he says after moments of contemplative silence. If there was a reason he could find to stay here besides cowardice...