You are no more coward than I, though far more eloquent. I fear your skill with words far exceeds my own and that I might leave you suffering ennui.
Worry not, for I lack expectation except that you be as you are. There is little use in being anything else, and anything else hardly worth the trouble.
Tell me how you've passed your days, Traveler, and on what journeys you've gone. Have you managed to escape yourself on those journeys or have you managed reconciliation with those things from which you run?