"Who knows but if we must fight him so be it, we've come this far, no point in turning back," Thalesin said looking at the bonfire ",at least we have reached this small sanctuary, at least a sanctuary for us cursed with the Dark Sign." He rose a hand towards the flames, feeling its warmth, its comfort. He had no idea how long he had, how many times he could still die and come back before the insanity came and he went hollowed, but a bonfire was always a good sign to him, a place of comfort at least knowing he would return here and feel its warmth again before entering the cold world away from it.
"It's better not to dwell on things that we can't control. If we see him again, we will and if we don't, we don't. It doesn't matter right now, once more only the task at hand matters."