Overture Downs Alone under a thousand souls

Sorin watches her approach him with an indifferent gaze. He struggles mightily within himself to not step away as she comes closer. She seems kind enough, and he figures it's time he gave off more than just a cold vibe to others. His neutral expression however, remains fixed on his face.

She asks him of the stars, and he nods in response to her first question, once again turning his gaze skyward. A moment of deep sorrow flickers across his face as he stares at them. All of those he lost, all of those he cared for, are there now, watching him. At least that's what he has been told. The moment passes quickly as he regains his neutral look, not wanting to appear vulnerable.

"I've been told that the spirits of those who passed on reside there." he says lowly. It was an idea that held a great deal of appeal for Sorin. "That great warriors live on in the stars, and that from them, I can draw strength." It was a notion that he had been raised by, and an idea that his mentor had reaffirmed. The stars were about as special to Sorin as anything in life.