Not dead.

Buddy's wounds closed as the daemon's extraplanar healing kicked in. Hal absentmindedly pats his nightmare's flank once as he stumbles back across the hall. Staggering back towards his room he becomes aware of tears on his cheeks. Buddy, Van; what had he done...

In his despair, it takes Hal a moment to realise that the faint voice whispering in his ear is not, in fact, his own imagination.
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"She trusted you, you know. The Inquisitor did such things to her, the last time they crossed paths, that her fragile mind simply broke under the strain. You were the one thing that she could hold onto, the one constant truth that would never betray her, even when all the world seemed nothing but pain. And you failed her again, allowed that man to get the better of you once more."

"Her story does not have to end this way, Halifax Eater. She can be restored to you, returned to full health and vitality. There is a price, of course, but it is an easy one to pay. All we ask is that you cast aside the weakness that failed you, and make sure to bleed Matthias Harkon on the altar. Would you do that much for her, Halifax?"

Coming to an abrupt halt, Hal takes several large breaths. His eyes stay cast down at Buddy's unconscious body, but his soft voice can be heard "She is gone. All of them are gone. Don't have a way to... Who are you?"

Hal's voice, soft and steady, trembles as rage begins to swirl into the maelstrom of emotions clouding his mind. Waves of anger at this new tormentor in the storm of despair and regret. "Who are you and what are your terms?"