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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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[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.