[The touch of her hand brings with it a whole host of emotions he'd been trying very hard not to consider. The pangs of loss, of regret, of guilt. The pain he'd felt. The memory he hadn't considered for so many years of how close he'd come to darkness that day. Of how easy it would have been to strike Magus down in vengeance for what he'd done.

He closes his eyes for a moment, his hand slipping from her shoulder as he tries in vain to will the emotion away, and then opens them again.]

"I apologize if I seem... unsteady. Another souvenir of this world, I'm afraid."

[He sighs and looks away before he continues.]

"Forgive me for being so blunt. I forgot how overwhelming the first moments here can be."