“But this is a second chance,” he said, sounding distracted.

Ico had absorbed every word. His eyes were downcast but not from worry or sorrow. He still held hope that there was a way Duncan would survive. All he needed was a solution. Some of his thoughts and ideas were going by so quickly that he himself could not grasp them all before he began on another. He assumed darkspawn was a sort of demon. That made it complicated because he knew little about them outside of the stories his mother told him.

“Do these darkspawn have any weaknesses? Where was the Archdemon during the battle?”