[ eh it's fine. e doesn't seem too bothered by it beyond just the memory of the carnage itself, because ultimately - getting to meet will made everything worth it. ]

If we could find the ingredients, sure, yeah. Redgrass might be a hard sell. [ but why not, right. they might be dead. maybe some random tourist npc has redgrass on them.

anyway, he turns to look at vi when he notices her looking at him and gives her a bit of a smile, more reassuring than anything. he does seem okay - if he's kicking his own ass about dying, it's hard to tell. it may be because will was there, and because in a sense, he died protecting him. it's hard to feel bad when that was and has been now part of his modus operandi. a noble's death. (except for the bed part, but, well, he's convinced himself to forget about that for the moment, at least.)

he didn't forget, though, and softer: ]

You're right, though. It is nice. [ to have a cause. ] 's nice to even have a sense of purpose. Until I met him, I felt like I'd lost my way.

[ a lodestar, a shining light, and so on and so forth. he will go and open the door for her at the bar just out of habit. ] I wasn't sure where I was going, or what I was doing. Hulkenberg's the same, too.

...Sometimes, [ another sideglance: ].... sometimes, you get lucky and meet the right person at the right time.