Imagine walking, talking sanctimony in a suit of armor.

[ That's most paladins for you. But, even he knows this isn't fair to Tav. He shakes his head. He catches sight of Adrian's hand in the grass, and though it prickles at fading memories of their time together in that dream of the future, he can't bring himself to reach out right now. ]

You might be right. I think... I would rather not think about it any more, right now.