[Carlisle sighs.] There is nothing to be sorry about, but I appreciate your empathy all the same. I have spent my life in the service of my goddess, hoping that I may make amends for my very existence in her eyes before I am to pass. I have reconciled within my heart how it, ultimately, will do me no good. Not the kind of good that would spare me this fate, at least.

[But that's not the only reason for his faith, and so, he continues to serve. If nothing else, it makes him more comfortable with himself.]

And while here may be fake, there is... hope to be found here, found within the people trapped in this place. I would have been loath to admit it a month, even a year ago, but it is there, in the connections I have made that I could not have back home. Even now, there is comfort in the commiseration one finds with a friend, even if their bonds were born of tragedy, of a similar suffering or guilt... or of gardening and enchanted rocks.