Her words wash over him and he takes a steadying breath, then another. His eyes close and her words bolster his resolve and his focus. He could do this. He had to do this, he had to fight. It was what he was for.

One of his hands moves to cover hers on the glaive. "Deliver the light of the Dawnfather where darkness dwells, with kindness, compassion, and...Mercy." He smiles on the last word and pulls back away. "Thank you, my friend, that helped. You have been a kindness in my heart these last several months, it has been a pleasure having you there."

Perhaps the words would not be needed if he makes it out of this after all, but they certainly weren't unnecessary either way. "Pelor willing, we'll laugh at ourselves about this later. Good bye, Mercy."