Tristian's forehead, a moment ago creased in worry, becomes smooth, and his voice grows tranquil. "Consider me

Tristian's forehead, a moment ago creased in worry, becomes smooth, and his voice grows tranquil. "Consider me naive, but I still believe even the blackest soul can find repentance. I will try to find it even in the dark souls of the Cleansed. I would not deny anyone of saving grace."