"I know I don't have to get you anything, but I want to."
Seraph allows himself to be pulled along by the other, giving a smile. He can relate to the experience, of remembering the bad things more than the good, but he considers himself lucky that he still had more good memories of his life than bad ones. He's quiet as Satra tells him of the person he traveled with, and as the panther speaks, his heart aches, and he feels the familiar burn of anger. He can't imagine wanting to hurt someone so many times in such a manner, taking advantage of their vulnerability to continuously make them question themselves. He's not sure what he would've done in Satra's situation...
No, that's not true. You know exactly what you would've done. You'd have torn them to pieces, at the betrayal. The moment they hurt you, you'd show them exactly why you weren't to be angered.
Seraph ignores the voice of Khorne in his head, focusing on his companion instead.
"Well...He's already dead, so, I guess that saves me the trouble of tracking him down, but, I'm glad you understand that you didn't deserve that kind of treatment. You're deserving of love and care."
Seraph does remember when he was angry enough to have hurt people in the name of justice, or what he felt was justice. He'll forever have the image of someone begging him for mercy, in the pursuit of doing his job, his duty, he had begun to become someone he didn't recognize.
"I've...Hurt people before. My religion, it doesn't exactly have a lot of love for people who disturb the rest of the dead. There were these beings called Untethered, their souls separated from their bodies, and in the servitude of another. My goddess tasked me with figuring out where these souls were going, and that was the result. I remember fighting three of them by myself, two of them I managed to take out, and I spared another."
Patricia had been an adept teacher of violence for him, and during his time as a deathwatcher...Well, he got good with inflicting it upon others. Sure, he was trained as a cleric, but after being inducted into the order...He'd spent almost half a century becoming a better warrior.
"Being a trained as a healer, you learn exactly what extent you can go before killing someone to get what you want out of them. Joke was on me, though, turns out that this was one of the rare souls that were simply comatose in life. When they saw me when they woke up, returned to their body, he was afraid of me. I'll never get that out of my head."
Then there were his feelings over Severia, even though he hated her with every fiber of his being, he still pleaded for mercy for her soul. Sure, Pharasma didn't take away his powers, and still held a fondness for him, at the time, he felt like it was a betrayal of everything. The woman had wanted to die, and he refused to let that happen, atonement through death wasn't on her list, not without judgement.
"I guess...I want you to know, I've made plenty of mistakes. I'll always try doing the right thing, but, I think I'll always have to think about what the right thing to do is. If you ever think I'm doing the wrong thing, I'd hope you tell me."
