There was a frosty nip in the air, even though the sun shone brightly high in the hills and mountains a nip bit at them. Even though Lucil wore long sleeves he could feel the cold slipping through like a colony of ants. His blond hair was covered by his shrouded hood, it's red lining visible in the sun. Serana wore her brown hood over her hair to keep the sun from touching her to much. The two hadn't spoken after their first encounter, and her presence in Dawnguard was a shock to Lucil. All though Lucil had his doubts about vampires, he rightfully defended her knowing it was the polite thing to do.

He finally stopped where the green grass was slowly fading and ice was bringing to crips on the blades of grass. He took a moment and seated himself on a rock, watching the river meander through the landscape. Serana took a seat next to him.

"Why do you kill vampires?" Serana said breaking the ice between them.

"I'm not sure," Lucil said.

"The last time we, were together you had mentioned about your mother dying at the hands of vampires," Serana said, "Does killing vampires make you feel good? Like you're getting vengeance?"

"Not really," Lucil said staring off into the distance, "I would think it would. It would make me feel better. But yet again my hands just feel more stained in blood than before."

"Have you ever considered...not killing vampires?" Serana asked cautiously.

"It isn't like I can go back in time," Lucil paused his silver blue eyes glinting in the sun, "And never find the Dawnguard. Even then, it wouldn't fix the death of my mother."

"How do you get over it?" Serana asked.

He stared into her eyes for a second, orangey and red like fire.

"I'm not sure how to rid myself of my grief," Lucil said, "Blindly killing out of grief only makes me fill an emotional void. It fixes nothing and I fix nothing, To kill someone because they killed someone else, does not justify the other person's death nor does it bring them back."

"You joined in the Dawngaurd, for what reason then?" Serana asked.

"Maybe to spite myself, rebel against myself. Maybe because I finally wanted to do some good in my life. I am The Listener, they say. The Listener of the Black Brotherhood. I kill, many and listen to the Void," Lucil paused looking disgusted, "To kill someone whom has done others harm, that is something good. That is something I can be proud of. To kill someone whom has already paid their dues, that is something I am disgusted by. To kill a beggar, he has paid his dues. His actions have led him to his the consequences and that is to beg."

"You're very hard on yourself," Serana said.

"So you have observed," Lucil said.

"I've lived so long, that I remember going through something similiar," Serana said placing a hand on Lucil's, "I guess it's my turn to be the good guy. If you need something of me, do ask. I owe you that."

"You're different," Lucil said.

"You mean I'm not a blood thirsty monster who behaves like an idiot," Serana said.

"That," Lucil said.

"Well big man, let's get up and start taking down some big names," Serana said.

"Yes," Lucil said.

The two got up from their resting spot and continued to make their way to their destination. To face danger in the company of each other.

More detail than mine. I'm surprised you can up with this at 2 in the morning and still be half asleep.