"It's not their fault we are here. Why don't you direct your energy to the source of the Nightmare instead? Or finding it?" Lysander said, still quietly. Some people he just didn't understand. He knew how to fight, and fight well, and he would if it was to protect those he loved. But he'd never just doing it for the violence itself.
"As a matter of fact I have. I still do." he said slowly. Admitting that in itself wasn't all that hard, just admitting who exactly it was he loved like this was something he would die to hide. "And it's not a darkness. It's light at its purest."