Seeing as there was no way out of it, he took a deep breath —staring at the ceiling— and he spoke. "The Ancients made the decision for me. Forcefully." It was now or never. The words cut as they clawed their way out of his throat, and he just had to do it now. He had to tell them everything now, because there was no point in pretending. "Took me from here. Laid me in front of the blood moon. Showed me my future should I defy my destiny." He was half sure his voice could set something to fire; burn through stone; crush diamond with the way the words threw themselves from him. "Gifted me and gave me my mission to free Death. Gave me brief remission," he looked over to where Regulus and Evan were sitting, "and snatched it back to dangle as incentive. See? I told you —crazy." He tried for a grin, play it off as a joke; as though it wasn't as awful as it well and truly was. Make it a game. He didn't have the strength for the pretences. None of them did. They were all so tired. 