Accepting the drink with a quiet gratitude, Leiland couldn't help but note that this was yet another thing that Percival was willingly sharing with him from his past, another thing that he was offering up of himself. To anyone else, a drink wouldn't seem like a big thing but considering the ruins that they'd just left, this vintage had to be several hundred years old and nearly impossible to come by anymore. And things like liquors and wines and other things that you consumed were in a finite supply. Leiland could more than appreciate Percival's willingness to share a thing that he would one day not be able to replicate because for things like this... They were an experience insomuch as they were a food as well.
"No one has," Leiland said, taking a sip of the drink and staring down into the glass. Things like this were easier to admit when he didn't have to look someone in the eye to do it. After all, there were few outside the Vinguri that knew his history, especially in its entirety. It seemed only fair that someone other than Zaul'Nazh know just how hard he'd tried and for how long. "It didn't matter how much effort I put into things. Or how many times I would stick my neck out for others or try to protect them or do things that were... outside the boundaries of expectations because someone had to get those things done. It didn't matter how old I was or what situation I was in. No one ever stood up for me. No one ever took my side. I guess... I guess I was the scapegoat for so long, I never figured out what it actually meant to have someone care. Because... I thought he did. When I elected to follow him, when I turned my back on everything and everyone I'd ever known... I thought he did. But now... Now, I don't think that was ever the case. I was just empty flatter to get me to do what he wanted."
Taking another sip of the drink, Leiland shook his head, sighing to himself, "Those feelings got me stuck like this," He said, gesturing down at his semi-incorporeal state, the armor and crown that kept his very being from being fragmented into a million different pieces. "I think it's about time that I let them stop swaying my decisions."