[He's no stranger to fear. He has his share of nightmares, and he'll always remember the terror with which his people regarded him in the past. He was feared, because there was no room amid his actions to show his love for the people whom he sought to protect.

But this is different. (And there's a difference between him and the Emissary: Somnus bears his house's cause with shame, not pride.) He's shown that love here, if clumsily. He's attempted to express it more than once, and yet—]

Mine is looked upon as a pretense, inviting naught but hardship for those who look. I would rather choose living death than prolong such a showing.