[Gilles stares at the man, somewhat fascinated by him now, keeping his gaze fixed on him as he watches him move. As he's decided he likes Lorelei (for now), he's all too willing to answer his questions.]

Perhaps you are right, but my life was given over to violence, and it may be too late for me to be other than what I am.

[As bloody as his life has been, he does not know if he is capable of changing now, but violence can be a form of art, too. Like battle is a dance, as Lorelei so eloquently put it.]

I am now a Heroic Spirit, the soul of a dead man given form and power, not living at all, in truth! I will have no other life but this.