"Shit," Vax swears, softly. "That's horrible. But... you weren't?"

He frowns, as he considers that -- considers the burden it would be. His eyes widen, slightly, as it sinks in. He knows that burden; of all of Vox Machina, Vax'ildan knows best what it's like to be picked by fate.

"...Yeah," he adds, quieter than before. "I did. It was... this fucked up place. It was dark. And a voice was there--it said we would bring ruin. And darkness. It said we were the harbingers of the end."