Her touch was warm and reassuring, but out of principle he almost felt like shaking it off. 
With a sigh he looked into her eyes and shook his head sadly.
"My father ruined me Ves, I am but a confused child in a Warlord's body. He threw me into fights and attacked me himself...my world was so abrupt and straightforward, and often painful. It has stunted me, made me a pathetic child man hopelessly incapable of witnessing things that I once committed"
A tear rolled down his cheek and he seemed to sag, his head dipped to the floor as the memories returned to his mind; of the defenseless villagers and old folk being slaughtered at his command...and when he was forced to watch as his father interrogated a noble for hours, pulling off finger nails, burning him with red hot irons, and finally when given the information pulling out his eyes and pouring scalding water down his throat.