[at the mention of running away from his past, it only serves to tense Dohalim up, his back straightening ever so slightly as he squares his shoulders. he looks away again, not wanting to let Morax see the look in his eyes, already feeling like he's been scrutinised enough]

I've lived this long because of an obligation I owed to the one I killed.

[his voice is just as tight as his posture; there are so many things he hadn't expected, but this particular topic... well, he's never been prepared to touch upon it. and more so with a being he had only heard in legends. but it dredges up his own memories that he would prefer not to talk about. his hands clench at each other, knuckles turning white as he tries to keep himself calm]

It is not a matter of tenacity. It is a prison of my own doing. Perhaps if I were more ambitious... No. I have no plans on living past my tenure as lord of Elde Menancia.

[how he goes about saying it sounds like he's made up his mind on it a long while ago. he lets all of that slip before he tight lips himself, eyes now flitting around to find an exit. Morax is right, he truly is eager to run. it's always been a habit of his, after all, to run rather than tackle a problem head on]