He raised a calm eyebrow at her comments, as if to disprove her entire point by just that. "You do a little. Whenever I am near, you act like it is bad for me to be close to you."
He sighed. He'd seen death too. Seen his entire people die and put through such torture, and that was after seeing them waste away from disease and hunger. He doubted she'd want to hear about it though.
"I cannot help you there, only offer the advice to work through the pain. Do not let it become you. You carry this like a stone and refuse to set it aside. And it a stone that can kill just as bad as any wound can." He rose, gracefully and turned to her. "And I will not sit here and watch you, while you try and put this stone on me too. I know pain. I know death. I know suffering. Through those, I learn. And grow. I take vengeance where I must. But I do not wallow. So while you mourn I will hunt. Perhaps when I return you will see the living, instead of the dead."