Even with the blindfold I could see the pained expression cross his face. There were many ways to fall into darkness, I knew. Not everyone who descended did so with evil in their hearts. I felt a twist of guilt in my gut; I was opening an old wound with my line of questioning. 

"You don't--" I searched for the right words. "You don't have to tell me, yet. You don't have to tell me at all, if you don't want to," I said, honestly.

I sighed. I did want to know, but I did not want to drag it from him.

"The only thing I really need to know from you right now if whether or not you want to go back. Would you return, if your Mistress would forgive you for failing your mission?"