Nodding to the man who calls himself Zihark and the newcomer, simply stating, "Brennen." Placing the bonfire's sword back in its place, Brennen put a palm on each of his sabre hilts as he addressed Zihark's question. "Well, I'd never tried pulling on one before. It was a little more... Useful. It wouldn't have made sense to try to mess with 'em while they were our lifeline. Our homes." Staring at the bonfire, Brennen seems to reminisce for a few moments, before dragging himself back into the present. "Look, I don't think I can do something special because I survived the curse. I don't think that anything I've done has given me any means to be special or conquer anything. I just have determination and direction, and I'm going to take it and run with it. As far and as fast as I can. Because this-" pulling off his hood to point at what used to be his darksign "-is forcing a time limit on me. No matter how strong I am, this will always keep me in its grasp. Until the day its madness consumes me and someone has to kill me to release my soul from its endless tragedy. I don't want to die just yet, because the world finally has a chance to heal. To go back into resting. To end the cycle that is the curse. The curse on this world. I've seen too many hollow out, forced to feed on any living souls. Too many lose their minds and become empty shells. Powerful, yet empty. I just want all this suffering to finally end. And I'll do everything I can with my sane mind to help it." At that, Brennen pulls his hood up again and sits in a resting position in front of the lopsided bonfire stick as he contemplates this situation and centers himself again.