[He wants to believe that too, and agrees with the sentiment. Resigning himself to failure would do nothing. But all the same...]

I tire only of doing naught. [He hesitates a moment, but then explains more.] The creature... forced me to slumber, when it ensnared me at its shrine. 'Twas as if I was locked in a dream from which there was no waking... there was no escape for me, had I not been found.

I... dread the feeling.