"I see. So this influence you spoke of essentially drove you to join a side, am I correct? And now that you're here, it needed to be removed?"

That kind of makes sense to Hythlodaeus, in a roundabout way. Though it's eerie to think that the influence of another world could bury itself so deep into one's heart that even freed of that place, it lingered.

"Was Horos your home, then?" He can't quite tell. Sebastian speaks of it as if he went through something similar there as he did here, but then for all Hythlodaeus knows it was a decision everyone had to make at a certain age or something. It would be silly to simply assume.