There. Right there. That was the difference. Lindhardt believed his life was equal to anyone elses. Kelson had been told differently. Many, many times. That his life was intrinsically worth more, as Gwynedd's king. Especially now that he had been found out as part Deryni. He had a purpose. A destiny. That his life was to be given over to a higher purpose. He could not die.

But he did not argue, for he did not have a good argument, and did not know enough about Lindhart's life to even frame one should he wanted too. And let's be real. Kelson didn't want to say out loud that his life, and others, were worth more.

"And where does that lead, Lindhart?" Kelson finally asked, a little quietly.

Kelson also disassociated. But not during battle. After. It was usually after.