"Ye can't be distracted during a hostile take-over," Ben legitimately chuckled, then waved off the thanks about Adalon. He was a good lad.
And test it she did. Perhaps the third time prodding for a proper answer from him, Ben was finally through with it. "I can end it sooner easily, or later with some difficulty, but there are enemies that can be better overcome with these dark... blessings." He turned his head and looked down toward Vorlae's averted eyes. Another sigh.
The trope of dying a hero or living to become a villain had never rung so true to the firbolg. And technically speaking, he'd done both. His feelings were a melting pot, currently. He felt guilty for having taken so quickly to his new skill set. But he also felt like he could do the most 'good' in his new form. However... Ben had been less and less inclined to do good (selflessly), and more drawn to the idea of revenge. His journey had begun that way, back when he was younger - fueled by revenge. He'd learned a lot through his travels, however, and in recent years his selflessness had seemed to know no bounds. There was one caveat.
"I will have to end this, in one way or another. I cannae return to my son in this state. Not with what he's seen, an' where our morals stand." Firbolgs had a code that just wasn't broken. Zainaben had certainly bent them over the years, though. "I just want to bring this red bastard down." Despite his bias. He rolled his shoulders then and leaned back into the wall fully, until his ruddy hair touched at the crown of his head to the wall.