Elliott searched him for several long seconds, anger draining as he felt out the sincerity of the request. He wanted to believe? Wanted to understand? Swallowing, Elliott hit record, then stepped out from behind the camera to approach.

His darker titles called out to him as he took slow steps toward the man. Darkspawn. Dreaded Child of Darkness. A person like that would probably delight in the suffering of others. But he wouldn't- not ever.

"Let me heal it, after." A request on just this side of a plea.