For anyone else, he might have tried to deflect it. But he looked at Soren all the same, rubbed his face and sat back.
"...Sure, Soren." he said.
And so, he talked. He talked from the beginning. From when he first stepped onto Hyrule, when Ragnell became Sona. When their campaigns against Ganondorf and Medusa failed. The more he talked, the worse he remembered. He told Soren of Ylisstol. He told him of the hundreds of thousands of people who were butchered by the will of the dark goddess. He left no detail...maybe because he felt like he had no reason to hide his shame, people would know...they would know of him, and what he did. His eyes stared almost vacantly as he recalled the countless villages that were forced into believing a Goddess made manifest, the smell of burnt flesh curling against his nostrils...the squeals of children that reminded him of stuck pigs...the horrified face of Lethe.
None of it would leave, and he didn't deserve to forget it. All of it, for a chance to learn how to kill an impossible enemy...all of it pointless, useless...
He hoped dearly that Samus would forgive him for what he had done. No...no, he wouldn't just sit here and think that. He would find her, bring her into safety...both her and Lethe, they were both far more dangerous than people assumed. He hoped he had the chance...