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[aetherialslumber]

[ 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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[aetherialslumber]

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.

[heartforthefuture]

[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.

[aetherialslumber]

[ 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.

[wordsinthesoul]

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.

[aetherialslumber]

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.

[wordsinthesoul]

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

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

[aetherialslumber]

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

[wordsinthesoul]

Between you? …I suppose so.

[aetherialslumber]

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

...I cannot.

[wordsinthesoul]

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

[aetherialslumber]

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

[wordsinthesoul]

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.

[aetherialslumber]

...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?

[wordsinthesoul]

It is.

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