Welcome to dealing with Cole, Mr. Skeleton. 'Yikes, dude' and 'okay but what the fuck' are gonna become regular parts of your vocabulary.

"I can't make it stop," Cole explains, with a shake of his head. "I won't let myself do that." Because there's only one way to make it stop, is there. Memories of mages, trapped in the tower, starving, sad, alone and afraid. There was nothing he can do to help. So Cole helped by drawing a knife across their throats. No matter what the skeleton thinks or hopes or feels, he can't be that Cole again. He won't.

"But I can listen."