"I recall fighting Manus... I remember protecting Sif and then I awoke here" he said, trying to make sure he recalled everything correctly. "I have had time to mend since. My arm has healed since and Sif has been allowed to grow in peace" he said, looking over at the wolf, who sat at the entrance waiting for her master and friend.
"It is good to know that the Abyss did not truly win... Was someone or something able to defeat it? To stop its spread?" he asked. He knew it threatened to swallow everything. Oolacile, New Londo, it would always find a way to appear and spread, corrupting everything in its path, driving the living mad. Artorias had a will of steel, and it was thanks to that he had not yet lost his mind. But he knew he would need to find a way to dispel what little of the Abyss remained in him.