[The Ascian makes no attempt to close the door at all, assuming that Irhya would just try to open it again. Rather, he leaves her in the doorway, collapsing heavily in a chair instead.]

...Yes, I'm well aware of all that. If you're just here to rub it in, then don't bother.

[More than a trace of anger involved, though it's not directed at Irhya, not really. He knew she was right, which didn't make it any easier.]

I can't see it anymore, so who knows what they've done to my soul.

[Which does genuinely bother him, considering how much value he puts in it. What if it was reduced, broken down to the level of all those malformed creatures? What good was he then?]