#i used a random generator for the verse and got shb

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 How strange that despite the radiant light that taints the sky in these lands, it feels gloomy. All too gloomy. A somber feeling that refuses to leave him. He has lived enough to know fairytales are just stories. Good men die, and fate is cruel. Ah fate. How beautiful a concept. He wishes so much that it was real. To thinks that all of this was planned. Some beautiful and grand plan they all marched to. Nothing is pointless. Everything matters. But he doesn’t. He cannot. They would soon slay Vauthry or die trying. And with little knowledge about the light infecting him, he would die. Or worse. There must be a way to die without that tainted aether spreading. He would find it. After all the people that died to save his life, he would cease to exist here. Far from the whole world that he bled for. Yes. Somber indeed. It was the calm before the storm. So many times, he found himself in these situations. The eve of a great battle. And yet, this one left him with a solemn resolution. This would be his last battle. He has little hope he will be saved. 

  And to that end, he seeks out Sayuri. She had aided them with Doma. Her being here must show their fates (if there is such a thing) are closely tied together. And so he approaches. Another person with the echo here. So few of them exist and... they would have to work much harder without him around. Maybe he just wants someone to talk to. Pathetic, isn’t it?

 “Sayuri... If you are able... I would have words with you.”