"Then you would be tired each night," he says quietly. "'Tis enough to have you by my side, 'Daeus. Pray leave my dreams be."

He thinks about the nights he wakes with tears in his eyes, a wordless name upon his lips. The nightmares where he abruptly jolts up from his bed out of breath from fleeing one of the Dooms. Or the times when he dreams of nothing more than a peaceful day at the Bureau, gazing up at Amaurot's graceful spires.

No, these are his sins to bear. He will not trouble Hythlodaeus to see them. He's seen enough.