[Heaven and hell...the places those weird cultists believed in. Somehow she gets a feeling that he's not talking about someone else, but rather himself, like Diarmuid had done before he realized she had guessed who he was. It's good that they're talking about something other than Saber though, because she felt like sooner or later she would have stepped on a trap.]

Perhaps he went to neither. [She glanced down at her gloves, tugging a little on them.] Perhaps he simply found another place and decided to explore that instead. Dyin' doesn't necessarily mean that you stop existin'.

[There's a pause.]

In my world, when we die, we become will o th' wisps. I only learned that recently, when we put an end to a demon bear that had plagued th' land since before I was born. He was a prince, one who believed that th' lands his father had passed to his brothers should be his along with his share. I saw th' regret on his face when his spirit was released, shortly before he became a wisp, an' I knew that he wasn't as cruel as th' legend had made him.

[Merida glances at him out the corner of her eye.]

I believe it takes somethin' terrible to make a person so unkind an' unjust. Perhaps this great king of yours wasn't so once upon a time, but history simply remembers him as such.