Neverwinter Forest Don't know what's inside of me

Keeping pace beside his leader, he thought about how to phrase what he wanted to say. It was hard to even bring it up because the memory still induced a large amount of rage within the beast, but he needed to know what it meant. I...think I remembered something, he started, expression darkening. I was...maybe praying--i'm not sure, and I was saying these words, he added. He didn't like this at all--it made him feel vulnerable, which further stoked the rage fire. Midar's jaw clenched, and he had to breath a deep breath in through his nose before he could continue. He wouldn't lose his shit in front of Damien. 

The words--they were, he paused again, steeling himself for the anger and confusion that would accompany his speaking those words again. They were something I have never heard before, but in the memory I was saying them, he finally said, losing his resolve at the last second and finding himself unable to repeat the strange prayer or whatever it was. His violet gaze remained trained on the snowy ground in front of them; the beast was afraid of what the other man would see in them, and he was much too rattled by trying to recount the memory to be able to hide his emotions right now.