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[ The Herald and his trusted pixie - well, faerie - were at home, like usual. Urianger having set up a small faerie bed on the desk next to his bed, looking to him with a soft smile. His gaze was a little confused, though. ]

My dearest Thancred. I've... did I fall asleep?

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[ A little tilt of his head. But he was laughing now. ]

This Oschon... how do I know you two haven't just made him up?

Oh… now that is an interesting question. I'm afraid most worship of gods has fallen by the wayside in the First… But there may still be some artefacts.

Was there the symbol of the yew staff in your time?

We likely did not call it yew. [ said so arrogantly, but then: ] I would often be seen with a cane, yes. I carried it in case of injury. Even being immortal, it's a little dangerous.

[Yeah, Thancred kind of just eyerolls at that, but. Huh.]

…Immortality does not mean being impervious to the effects of time. In any case- ah, Thancred? [since he knows a little more…]

Well. The staff is the symbol of Oschon, of course…. I suppose I imagined it could transform into his bow. It made sense, as a wanderer of mountains, and the unknown places of the world.

[ A quiet pause, as he moved to sit. ]

Even in those older times, monsters would strike. I did not carry a noble title, for why would I? It would be seen as an invasion. Even so, I was cherished. I saved so many...

...I want to save more. To love more.

You simply did what you felt needed to be done, then?

[Thancred settles down a little, still watching, as the Exarch hums.]

As do we all.

When somebody can, why shouldn't they? And now, I'm expected to fade away? I want to live. To continue doing what I did. Not burdened by this fragile broken creature.

…He wishes to live as well. And… I want him to.

…but I don't know how you could both be here.

...it's cruel to think that everybody needs to choose.

Between you? …I suppose so.

Many others decide to share their life. I could not.

...I cannot.

…Then we would need to see you separate. Assuming that's possible…?

[ Pan closed his eyes. ] I wouldn't know. Magic is so pathetic in this time. And this man has already sundered his soul before.

Then that would explain the look of his soul... But I will not leave him to suffer. I owe him that, and more.

It’s different, but... it’s still a good life. Even with bumps in it.

...life is what everybody deserves.

[ Pan seemed to calm a little. Only a little. ] ...will you people promise to mend this being? To continue to bring him joy?

It is.

[Thancred reaches out to him. Behind him, the Exarch gives a firm nod.]. Of course. He's… he very dear to me.

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