[ Wyll's smile is quizzical, but not entirely surprised. He knows the people here aren't much for gods. ]

I believe They set me upon this path, and it is up to me to weather it.

[ Wyll runs a hand over the bleeding gashes on his face. His fingers come back bloody, but this being a dream, the wound doesn't hurt. ]

I owe my strength of will to the Blade and its teachings. Regardless of strife, the Blade is unbending, and so must I remain.