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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 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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