A couple months ago while we were being "tested" by the fae I had... an encounter. One that nearly claimed my life while a creature wore the face of one of my closest comrades. That experience served to spark something in me. A reminder of who I am attempting to save. After all, I have no love of the world itself. Just a handful of mortals within it.

[He nods slightly.] While I am familiar with such myth, I am far more acquainted with Japanese mythology. I seem to remember a tale resembling yours but the names escape me. Something I do not intend to persue unless you should offer such information.