The disturbingly haunted eyes are off him, but a shudder runs up his back all the same. Mithrun really sounds like he knows what he's talking about!

"You'd fought it before."

He swallows. He's pretty sure he knows where a lot of that intensity is coming from now, and also pretty sure that if he doesn't ask right here on the spot, he's going to chicken out of asking at all.

"Did it... get to someone close to you, before Marcille?"