Zerxus looks away, after a moment, staring into the fire and grappling for an explanation that's true without -

No. No, if he's agreeing to talk about this he ought to do it properly. "There is...a lot I haven't told you about what happened to Exandria. What happened to me."

With some effort, he tears his gaze away from the flames and meets Neal's gaze again.

"I'm dead, Neal. I'm dead, and I know exactly where my soul is going, and I'm not here to change it."