Redsand Canyon The quiet hour

Nyra stopped beside him as they looked over the rocky territory, glancing at him with a desire to comfort. Did she believe him? 
"You could be..." She mused after a long moment, "But even if you are, and even if you have to stick to the shadows, the dark...I don't think who you were born from defines who you are entirely. You can choose who and what you want to be." The pale wraith hoped her words would comfort him, give him some form of relief, especially after she shared her own past with him "Take me for example, if you want to. I came from a Cult, and if I had wanted to, I could have lived up to my parents' expectations of me and my sisters. I could have reformed the Cult to do just that. But I chose to leave it behind." 
Nyra wasn't sure if he had any restrictions to do the same, but she would be there for him regardless.