That second voice was one that he definitely recognized. It belonged to his former mentor, Enos and it pained him to to hear that voice again. A bitter reminder of their verbal fight before he ended up on this ship. Enos couldn't possibly be here. He had been on this ship for a week, exploring all over and he didn't detect Enos' presence. Yet, it didn't stop him from lowering his hands and against his better judgment, he tries to turn to look for the source of the voice.

Except he wasn't able to get far as the darkness continues to surround him, confining him from moving at all. A grunt escapes him as he struggles against his 'restrains'. It was his own recklessness that got him here and he was bound to pay the price for it.

When he hears 'Enos' call him a monster, he can't help but laugh maniacally. "...It was your fault that I turned out this way!"

No, that wasn't true. It was his torturers during his first war that forced 'demon blood' down his throat and Enos was doing his best to gather a squad to rescue him. Through-out the years, Enos remained by his side. Helped him when he struggled and took over when he wasn't able to do the task. It was his own fault for getting addicted and willingly consume the substance that could kill him.

"No. It wasn't your fault." His voice had changed to a softer tone and his eyes were now blue. "You did everything in your power to help me. You were the only one who stayed with me when everyone else considered me broken. Yet, I disobeyed you and disappeared without saying good bye."

It wasn't possible for him to feel guilty about his decisions that lead him to this point in time. Enos had erased that from him 245 years ago.

"I still trust you, despite what I said last time. I know you'll make the right choice."