[He bites his lip, thinking about the vision he and Max had witnessed, in the smoke... but even if he didn't fear possibly dying at the hands of the norsemen, there was just... a big blank space where his yearning for home should have been. Not that he didn't yearn to return to an easier time — to the monastery, where everything was simple and boring and safe — but... he never saw himself going back to the monastery now.]

I lost... a good deal of my fellow brothers. And my dearest friend as well.

And I think I would be disgraced to return to my home as I am.

So... I guess I don't. This place has taken a tremendous toll on me, but... home is not much better.