In life, it's easy to picture him going completely into a berserk battle fury and unthinking even while marching because he lives and breathes for Noxus; he was very literally bred for the purpose of war. He was fueled off the bloodlust the wars around him filled him with.
Yet, now, while being undead, he questions himself, possibly because he feels like he's not natural, or maybe even view it as a curse. He lived and died for Noxus - a warrior's death, only to be brought back to fight even more after his own natural demise. "What am I?" "What toll have I paid?" "Why do I feel... nothing?" He even seems to become loathe to march between the battles. It seems like he's caught somewhere between the bloodlust he felt when he was alive, and maybe some more what with being undead, and contemplation of what he's become in his un-life. "The quiet... eats at me" sounds like he hates the quiet because it forces him to reflect upon his own monstrosity, something he obviously wants to avoid with bloodlust, hiding it beneath the thrill of carnage and mayhem of battle. He says "Death had its chance" yet he still seems to be unsure whether it was worth it with the above quotes.
Only in battle is he sure. When he's moving, silently and without wreckage of armor and cleaving of flesh, that's when he's alone to face the words of his own mind, and so he's unsure of himself, what he's become and the price he had to pay to become what he is.
before he was reincarnated into this "thing" would be amazing and worth every rp
