"Yes indeed it was nice meeting fellow travels but we should make haste Emilia, unless we attract more attention for whatever else may still lie here," Thalesin said before hearing the voice of another person, an armored man who seemed to appear from no where ",Just because some of us are Undead does not mean we lack a will to live. We are not hollow, not yet. As long as our hope remains, we have a chance and that is worth fighting for against this curse. Damn the gods for all I care, as long as I do what I see is right, then that is enough of redemption for this undead knight." If there were gods, then Thalesin had no love for them, they let mankind face this curse on there own without aid. Why should he show compassion for them? 
"Anyways we have a mission that needs completing and we are here to do just that," he added in a matter of fact tone, sheathing his axe. This mission could not fail, that he was certain, not for the sake of the flame but for his own sake, for his own sanity ",Now like I said Emilia, it is time we moved."