Bending down and bushing off the snow that covers his hammer, Eoferwic looks at Talsune. "It is not weakness. Ishbaad was friends with another. Who is me, and is not me. We are brothers, but he is a stranger. I feel a need to protect. But more I cannot say. This is not fear, or cowardice, or weakness. To not act upon something that is not there, 'tis but life." the white crack lines that cover Eoferwic's skin glow pale against the blue of his skin.