I don't wish to serve any gods that say suffering is the price we pay. [He has no love for the Red God or the practices the Red Woman followed.] Believe in the god that brings you comfort.

[None gave him that, but he wouldn't begrudge anyone who found comfort in faith.

He can't say anything in response to that. While he wants to believe the beautiful words, the truth might not be so sweet. How could he know? The only man that could tell him the truth was dead...and there was a part of him that didn't want to know.

If she didn't want him, better that he never learn of it and suffer because of it.]

I don't know if it's better to know or not know anymore. There is no way to change it.