"Before I came to this place," He begins, hands shaking ever so slightly, "I was fighting a plague, the sand pest. And then I died, of course. As we all have."

He lets his words hang in the air for a moment, like he doesn't want to carry on.

"... I was responsible, Fever. For all those people. Thousands of them. I see them when I am asleep, while I am awake." He sighs, is it worth saying more? He's probably said enough- he falls silent.