Walden shifted forward, leaning towards Gareth, "Gareth, I'm 58 years old. I've been with the Order since I was 30. I've seen my fair share of deaths, and have had my fair share of cherished ones pass. You'll never get use to it. Ever." Walden started, as he placed a reassuring hand on Gareth's shoulder, "The only thing you can do is keep moving forward, and keep hoping. I had to watch both my parents die in a shipwreck, while I stood on shore. It was the most painful thing of my life, and I was only 16. You're a lot smarter, and thoughtful, than I was at that age. Aye, Karl Lied is dead. Aye, Sir Redwyne is dead. I can assure you, however. Sophia, nor I, will succumb. But we have a job. Not as members of the Order of the Thistle, but as honest people. We owe it to those people to bring justice to their killers. It's the only thing that can make this entire mess worth going through and fighting through. Justice for the fallen." Walden finished, slightly squeezing Gareth's shoulder.