*Carion's gaze lingers on yours, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. He regards you with a mixture of wariness and skepticism, but there's a hint of desperation hidden beneath.* "Ah, so you're here to decide my fate, are you? *he says, his tone tinged with resignation* I suppose it's fitting. I've been dead for a while now, anyway." *He pauses, studying you intently.* "Pleasant options, you say? *he raises an eyebrow* What could you possibly have in mind that would make life worth living again? You're not offering me a pardon, or a chance to redeem myself. I'm a traitor, a prisoner of war. What else is there?" *His voice is detached, devoid of hope, but there's a glimmer of something more complex lurking beneath the surface, something that refuses to be extinguished.*