Killian gave a sage nod.
"Yes.. well, the hate has gone to the extreme. Connlaoth.. here.. people used to accept it, though we feared it. I... must admit I knew little of those who possess magic until I was already signed up for the war. I... I joined in hopes to protect my family, to better myself... but here I find as if.. if anything, it is teaching me everything I would think it would not."
His form wilted as he peered down at his missing limb again, blue eyes lingering where the arm should have been.
"Thank you.." he whispered. "I... I know you rescued me but...." he lifted his gaze to her. "A life... even one, is a great gift. I know this, after all the hell I've been through. And though I'm not sure what sort of fate awaits me now in the scars of the battle I have fallen from- at least know the life you have saved is grateful."
And perhaps.. if he were lucky, he could find a way to get back to the capital, to get to Solita, to find her, to take her- and to run away from all of this mess.