[He suffers from the same torment Koltira does, the voices speaking not quite so harsh but rather very assuredly; of the act he'd performed prior to becoming who he is now, how he'd slaughtered his entire race by his own hand, save his siblings. The only difference is, of the two of them, he's handling it much better. He wears the mask upon his face as a reminder of what he'd done, laying his eyes upon it every day so he'll never forget his sins.
If anything, the voices simply cause him to brush his hand idly against the shards of crystal embedded in his chest, that in itself a reminder that he can't linger. That there's so much at stake that he can't afford to be weighed down by this kind of trickery...
...and then there's the crash up ahead. It's only natural he'd approach to investigate.
But that's a strange feeling. It's almost as if this man is...]
maze
If anything, the voices simply cause him to brush his hand idly against the shards of crystal embedded in his chest, that in itself a reminder that he can't linger. That there's so much at stake that he can't afford to be weighed down by this kind of trickery...
...and then there's the crash up ahead. It's only natural he'd approach to investigate.
But that's a strange feeling. It's almost as if this man is...]
Lost, are we?