Edric looked at the spell caster.
“Look at me, crying like some sort of child.” He wiped his eyes once more. He was looking directly into the Caster’s eyes. His face flushed and he looked away. “You lie, I am weak. I single handedly tore down the Order. I’m a coward. The Inquisitioners got me and told me they’d let me go if I told them everything I knew.” He unbuttoned the first three buttons on his shirt, revealing the lashing scar on my his chest. “I held out for three hours, then I broke. I told them everything I knew and they let me go. I wandered around for ages until I finally ended up here. I’ve blamed the Inquistion for everything that’s happened, but it was all my fault.” Once he had finished speaking he looked into her eyes once more. He wasn't sure why he told her all this but he felt as though he could, as though he should. For the first time in his life he felt self conscious. Then he laughed out loud. "I don't even know your name."