#no one should give this to Samuru

[samurulantis]

(IC) Father of mine

It had been a fair amount of time since Samuru set foot into Limsa, a town he didn't often visit but had a fondness for even still. This trip was not one of pleasure but of purpose, one he'd been hesitant to take for sometime now. As he trekked his way through the bustling market he would give way to pause when he spotted those of the sailor variety, pulling them from the crowds to ask the same burning question.

"Aryan Rivet, where can I find him?"

The question was often met with a dismissive shrug or perplexed look, turned away at every futile attempt. It was only when the question was overheard by a grizzly looking Roegadyn that he was given some form of direction.

"Lookin' fer Ary? Won't have to go far, fucker practically lives at the docks. Not sure what some nobleman would want with him but if he owes ya money, good luck gettin' it." He'd snap. Samuru made a face at the accusation, scoffing in annoyance.

"I am hardly noble and believe me, he owes me more than money could ever buy. Thank you for your intel."

Samuru made his way toward the docks with the new found information, spying a ship off in the distance that had many bustling about to load its precious cargo. The Elezen truly had little to go off of other than a name and a vague location. To find his target he would have to be a bit more bold than perhaps he would've liked. High heels clicked against the worn wood of the docks as he approached the flurry of activity, stopping to cross his eyes and scan the crowd. He sighed in mild irritation before he parted his lips, voice raising to echo out across the scene.

"Which one of you is Aryan Rivet?" His normally mellow voice bellowed out loud enough to at least gain their attention, all deck hands snapping to attention to peer at the petite Elezen across the way. A lalafellan woman turned her head and called to the inside of the ship.

"EY ARY! Some woman is lookin' fer ya!"

This made Samuru's lips pinch into a thin line, a reaction he was accustomed to but it still pissed him off regardless. He wouldn't have to wait long for the one he sought to emerge, a befuddled expression on his face and understandably confused that he had a visitor at all.

The man was a midlander hyur in his late fifties, white hair a disheveled mess and his clothing had seen better days. Years of hard labor and intensive exposure to the elements hadn't been kind to him, looking worn and not in the best health to be sure. He turned his head to look over at Samuru who stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the unruly lot which surrounded them, doing a brief double take. Aryan made his approach, pulling a cloth from his belt to clean his calloused hands to little effect. Samuru himself felt a twinge in his chest and a lump in his throat. Even if he had been at this for weeks he still hadn't properly prepared himself for what he was seeing. Once Aryan had come within speaking distance he'd give Samuru a once over with his blue eyed gaze, arms crossed in mild defiance of his presence.

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"Listen, I don't know what you've been told about me but I'm not in that business anymore. I'm flying on the straight and narrow now...keeping it down to earth." He stated, holding up a hand as if that would be enough to dissuade anything that was about to leave the strangers mouth.

"Did you know Sherelle Lantis?" Ru blurted out, appearing unimpressed by Aryan's attempt to brush him off. The mention of such a long lost name caused Aryan's guard to drop out of sheer disbelief, looking at Samuru as if he'd seen a hoard of ghosts fall from the sky in succession. He took a cautious step back, narrowing his eyes at Samuru.

"No, never heard of her. How about you bugger off..." He'd grump, turning as if ready to take his leave.

"Bullshit." Samuru began. "You do know her...not now, but once upon a time. If I were a betting man I'd say you have Eorzea's worst poker face. I didn't come all this way to hunt you down only to be dismissed. The thing I can tell you is that you aren't under threat and no harm will come to you...but it's imperative that you cooperate with me to make this easier for us both."

This prompted Aryan to stop in his tracks, his back facing the stubborn Elezen. His shoulders dropped in defeat, a sad sigh leaving his lips before he turned to face the beauty across the way. Gradually he turned around to face Samuru once more, a twisted expression written on his face. "...What do you want?"

"A little of your time. I realize you are likely on a tight schedule but if you get on that boat and head out of port it'll be a nuisance for me to find you again. Just come with me to the Drowning Wench, have a drink and talk with me. After that...you are free to go and you'll never see me again." Ru's tone firm, but reasonable under the circumstances. Aryan seemed naturally hesitant, taking a glance back at the ship and then returning his gaze to his unwelcome companion.

"..Give me five minutes and I'll accompany you. And you're paying, by the by." Aryan grunted, turning to inform the crew of his brief absence to come.

Once loose ends had been tied both men made for the local tavern, finding a table and taking a seat. Samuru ordered himself a tea, allowing Aryan his mug of strong ale. As they settled in Samuru leaned back in his chair, thinking carefully over what to say. He had planned it for weeks, had it all carefully crafted in his mind. Now faced with the situation he found a loss for words, a mixture of emotions holding his tongue hostage. Aryan stayed quiet as it appeared that he wasn't keen to get things going, the subject as a whole a clear sore spot. With a soft inhale of breath taken, Ru finally worked up the courage to begin.

"I won't mince words...Sherlle is not long for this world." A crack in his tone, trying to stay strong even if the matter was entirely personal to him. This news woke Aryan up all too quickly, jerking his head away from his mug while giving Samuru a startled look.

"W-What..? But..." He bowed his head, threading his fingers through his hair in a shaken pass. "Where is she? I have to go see her..."

"No." Samuru interjected firmly, spoken with a high level of conviction. "You can't go to her, both of us know that. I'm here as a courtesy to her, not you. I owe you nothing, but you owe her everything." There was anger in his tone despite his attempts to mask it.

Aryan grit his teeth, balling a fist as his own pool if anger began to bubble. "And just who the fuck are you? Haven't given me a name or shit all, but you come here to bid me morbid tidings like these?" He abruptly stood from his chair, slamming both hands down on the table. "You aren't the only one who can track people down, I got connections. I'll just go and--"

Aryan was interrupted by a face full of tea, dumped on him by the Elezen who had stood in succession. This made the midlander cough and sputter, taken by surprise. "You'll just go and what? Make her last days miserable and full of dramatics? Do you think her husband isn't going to take notice that you're there? She's been through enough in her lifetime, at least allow her death to be a peaceful one you selfish prick." Ru growled, every muscle in him tensed all at once.

The hyur stood there, dripping in drink and looking like a drowned rat. He practically staggered back into his seat, clearly broken by the news and the denial to do what he wished.

"Th-Then why even come here? Why tell me at all if I can't go to her?"

"Because she would've wanted you to know. You were the love of her life, weren't you?"

Aryan clasped his hands together on the table, sadness consuming his facial features. "I still don't even get why..." He'd whisper. "I wasn't much of anything when I met her all those years ago. Just a son of a poor blacksmith, pounding away on anvils day in and day out. But by the Gods...she was beautiful, her smile could melt Shiva's icy tomb. I wanted to hold her hand, wipe specks of dirt from her face, take care of her until the day my heart stopped beating. Fucked up thing is when I first saw you I was almost certain it was her..." He'd squint up at Samuru who remained standing, his face blank but he was listening. "I wanted to marry her, despite the taboo of it all. We knew there were other places that were more accepting than our neck of the woods in Gridania. A hyur and an elezen...is it really that strange to contemplate? I would've moved heaven and earth for her." He'd sigh. "Thing is she was with someone else at the time. I know it's not right to sneak around but...with all of the conditions pushed down on us we had to tread lightly. Raelmont wasn't exactly what I'd call understanding...and he had suspected something was going on for sometime."

Samuru slowly moved to retake his seat, crossing one leg over the other. "So what happened?" He asked, voice quiet.

"Sherelle became pregnant." Aryan murmured, squeezing his hands together tighter. "I didn't really care whose it was, mine or his...I still wanted to go away with her. I begged her...pleaded on my hands and knees..." Aryan's lip fell into a quiver, a lump forming in his throat. "But with her strict upbringing and the uncertainty of the child's origins...she just..couldn't. She told me that no matter how much she longed for me that the babe in her belly couldn't live the life that we would offer. She was determined to protect it, to keep it safe from Raelmont's wrath and the cruelty the world would bring should it be mixed. It was just easier to raise the child as a full blooded Elezen than be marked as...something else. No matter how much my heart broke that day...I agreed with her. I wouldn't want my kid to suffer, so we did the only thing we could...and that was let each other go." Aryan placed his face in his hands. "Now my darling star is g-going to burn out.." An audible whimper coming from those hands.

Samuru sat there, a few rogue drops of moisture filling in his mismatched eyes. He lifted a delicate finger to wisp away those pesky tears, clearing his throat in a bid to keep his composure. "She isn't going to burn out, Aryan. Her life may be ending but she will continue on in her children, in those whose life she has impacted. I realize that may not be a comfort to you...but it is all I have to offer."

Aryan rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, looking at Samuru across the way with his bloodshot gaze for a long moment. "You're him, aren't you?" He swallowed hard, leaning over the table slightly. "You have to be...you look so much like her."

Ru held up a hand to stop him, his brows pinching into a tight frown. "Does it matter? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not...but if you're looking to be a father now I fear it's too late. I'm married with children of my own...a half hyurian, half elezen daughter." His words striking a nerve in the sailor across the way. "Both of you were right, it isn't always easy to raise a child with odds stacked against them before they cut their first tooth. Granted, the world is different than it was thirty years ago and acceptance isn't such a far cry. But I can say with a large degree of certainty that for Isen...I would've faced those odds ten times over to be by his side. Both of you made a judgement call that wasn't easy, and I understand that. But even with your best efforts I still suffered, I still put up with prejudice and hatred..I still had to justify my existence not just to my peers, but my father. He knew I wasn't his, I knew I wasn't his, but all of us were happy to live in our bubble of denial for the sake of short term peace. Even if he looked at me like daemon spawn, he still raised me and for that he will always be my father...not you."

That statement cut right through Aryan, forcing him to lean back in his chair as if he had been punched in the gut. "H-How can you...say things like that? Don't you think I wanted to--"

"I'm going to stop you right there. Wanting and doing are two very different things. I love my mother but both of you made a wrong turn that day. If you had run away together before she was with child, what were you going to do then? Abstain and never have a family to avoid a what-if scenario? It's a joke, one big cruel joke that no one is having a laugh at. Mother loved me, that I can say without a shadow of a doubt. But no one wants to feel like they ruined someone's life, and that is exactly how both of you made me feel even if today is the first I've seen of your face. She was miserable without you and she settled for my sake...and I hate that she did." Samuru moved to stand, gritting his teeth in frustration. "We get one chance at living, that's all. Both of you threw away yours and now here I stand, delivering devastating news that you should've heard from her...by her bedside...in -your- home." Samuru's voice grew more dire, Aryan shrinking considerably in his seat.

Samuru, now emotionally compromised, dug into his pocket to pull out a crystal hair pin shaped like a lily, placing it down on the table in front of the devastated hyur. "She kept this...and now she wants it to go back to you. Let it be the last shred of evidence that you fucked up horribly, and no I'm not sorry for saying it. I am going to go now...to say goodbye to a woman who sacrificed it all for someone she hadn't even brought into the world yet." Visibly shaken and distraught, Samuru turned to storm away from the table, tossing a few coins at the bar to pay for their drinks. Aryan was left sitting there alone, picking up the discarded hair pin with shaken hands. Even after Samuru had left, he didn't move a muscle, unable to stop the river of tears that had flooded his cheeks.

He kept right on walking, his own emotions sent into overdrive. No matter how hard he had prepared, it just hadn't been enough. Years of pain, of the unknown, had all come together to brew a storm that went on without end. He stopped himself long enough to peer out at the sunset, his eyes glistening with moisture and his chest heavy. Even after all was said and done, he didn't feel better at all. The weight he hoped to lift, to push away yet remained. "Godsdamnit..." He hissed, the world around him crashing down faster than he could piece it back together. No matter how long he'd denied his origins, this time he couldn't turn a blind eye any longer.

[ @tidusyumemiru for mention]

[moonlit-theft-archived]

(( I swear I won't be evil at all.)) ◝( ′ㅂ`)و ̑̑ --- ONE FACT ABOUT EACH AND EVERY MUSE OF YOURS.

For each “◝( ′ㅂ`)و ̑̑ “ I get I’ll tell a muse fact nobody knows about! @delightful-envy

Eiri - She had professional lessons in both singing and dancing when she was younger. Though she doesn't have lessons anymore, she still enjoys doing both of them quite a bit.

Miyako - To be honest all she actually wanted was to marry a nice person, have two children, and live her life out in content peace -- so much for that.

Vayne - He hates soirees. He always has, and he likely always will. It doesn't help his case that he can't dance.

Miira - She has problems realizing the feelings of other people. Though she is cheerful and friendly, she doesn't always realize when someone is angry or sad, and thus won't always take the right approach with them.

Mana - Though she is anti social, she loves talking about books. Anything else however, and she'd prefer to not have a part of it.

Lacie - She doesn't sleep much, mostly because her mind just doesn't allow her any peace. Though since she created something that'll help energize fatigued people, it's not too much of a bother.

Seigyaku - ... His feelings for Mana are platonic. XD

Hiroshi - He actually has hunter blood running through his veins.

Emi - Very romantically loyal. A guy could walk past her stark naked, and if he's not her love interest, she wouldn't give a damn. 

Sota - Oddly romantic. He likes taking his significant other on dates, and to spend time with them. Though he also likes to do some good natured teasing to them.

Amatus - He was supposed to change his weapon in when he became a vampire, since he can't touch anything other than the handle, but he's so attached to his whip that he couldn't bring himself to do this.

Evangeline - She will chase Amatus to the end of the world to get him to do his paperwork, if you let her.

Alexandria - She's the youngest of three children, the family's little 'princess'. As a result the family simply lets her 'hobby' go unpunished.

Takahiro - He wasn't born with his red eye. It's something he ended up with after an accidental vampiric blood transfusion following after an accident.

Takashi - He's actually not nearly as stuck up as people tend to believe upon meeting him; he quite likes to kick back and hang out with his siblings during the weekend.

Amaya - She... would probably have more success in love, if she wouldn't want to eat everyone she falls for. Regretfully for people, she falls away rather easily.

Akemi - Though she always acts like it's a drag to be a part of her family, she can't imagine ever being without them and, in a way, she's glad that being a human means that she'll go first.

Shinji - He gets sick when he has to travel in an airplane.

Haruka - He was fairly short when he was younger, and underweight.

Miki - When she loves someone, this tends to come with slightly obsessive tendacies - and the self depreciation that allows her to transform into whatever that personw ants her to be.

Hatsue - She wandered around by herself for a long time, not knowing for the longest time that there were others like her.

Kindra - She doesn't actually hate vampires, though she's rather distrustful of them. Still, she thinks that things should be amiable between the two races, for things to prosper for everyone.

Gin - He's been in love with Kindra since they were kids, and very set on marrying her ever since she accepted his proposal when they were 4 and 6.

Jin - When it comes down to it, she's actually a daddy's little girl.

Hikari - She sleeps with an old pillow of herself, her brother and their parents under her pillow.

Yuji - He was a serious student back when he was homeschooled, but ever since being 'released' to Cross Academy he just... unwinded.

Samuru - When he was younger, he actually had a complex about his girly face. Now, however, he accepts it as one of his greatest assets.

Lily - Her thighs are fairly firm from all the horseriding - which makes it even more lethal that, whenever someone pisses her off, she tends to lash out by stomping on their foot.

Murasaki - She loves traveling, so she always takes up missions that are abroad, whenever possible. And even though she tends to give off the fact, she is most definitely not actually stoned--

[samurulantis]

Alternate Ending (Maybe if he never met Isen?)

(Decided to go with a slight alteration. Thanks for the ask @nati-kun!)

(Alternate Ending - Samuru never left home with Isen)

So many years had passed since Samuru made a very vital but mistaken choice. He fondly recalled the plucky Hyur he'd met during his brief dabble with magic, who saved him from a hoard of angry imps on that fateful day. Even if Isen had brushed him off rather quickly, Samuru had been determined to follow him and learn more about someone he viewed as strong and confident; Two things he severely lacked in himself. When Isen offered for Samuru to go with him, the Elezen had nearly jumped at the chance.

Yet this time there would be a difference. His father would forbid Samuru from leaving, with a Hyur of all things, to go against what he considered Gridanian values. Instead of standing up to the man who intimidated him so greatly, he decided that perhaps father did know best. This rogue was all but a stranger to him, and maybe he was better off to stay home. Even when Isen protested to this choice, Samuru held his ground fast. This was for the best, it had to be. His father wouldn't lead Ru astray, would he?

With a huff, Isen had turned to take his leave of the Arcanist with jelly for a spine. Ru stood on his porch and watched as the rogue marched off until he disappeared into the thick forest, leaving him behind.

Samuru snapped out of his daydream, recalling that very moment from eons ago. He adjusted himself in the bar chair, adjusting the uncomfortable Woodwailer uniform with a wince. How he hated the damn thing, yellow certainly not his color. He adjusted his ponytail and reached down to grab his bow and quiver, rising from the seat.

"Hey Lantis, your shift done for the day?" Came a nearby voice. The Miqo'te woman was dressed in the same uniform, a co-worker it seemed.

"Aye. I am about to head back to my apartment, pet my cat and just sleep until the next Astral era." He'd mumble, waving a hand in the air as he took his leave. He had long since abandoned his ambitions of being an Arcanist, following the command of his father to pick up a Gridanian profession.

Samuru had always felt clumsy with the bow, his fingers covered in callouses from the hard wood and constant tugging at the taut string. Now and then he could hit his target with decent accuracy, but more often than not he was put on grunt duty due to how inept he was. This was cause for a great deal of mocking from his comrades, a miserable day to day existence.

Arriving at his modest apartment, he'd toss that acursed bow and quiver into a corner haphazardly with a grunt. "I hope they randomly burst into flames." He'd grumble while letting his hair down from that dreadful ponytail. A quiet 'meow' came from under Samuru's bed, a tiny calico cat emerging to greet the frustrated male. He'd scoop her up and cuddle her to his chest.

"I hope your day was better than mine, Grace." His brows knitting as he gave her head a little smooch. "I'll feed you in a moment--" His words were cut off as he heard a knock at the door, turning with a squint. "Who in the seven hells?" He put the cat down and turned to open the door, now face to face with an Elezen man.

"Arthurioux...I didn't expect you today. Please, come in." Stepping aside so the rather well to do male could step inside.

"Samuoux." Arthurioux said rather plainly, which caused the beauty to cringe. How he hated his birth name, and yet he knew his father would kill him if he ever changed it.

He recovered though, stepping forward to lean in for a kiss. He was promptly stopped with a single gloved finger smushed to his lips, standing there with an awkward blink. He'd lean back and look at the male in confusion, a man who bled arrogance and looked down on his smaller counterpart.

"Ahem, yes sorry." He'd state as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. "I fear I come with some unfortunate news. It seems that we must end our relationship. My parents have decided that I should be with someone a bit more...refined." His words cold, lacking any depth or care for the one whose heart he was breaking.

Samuru stood there in stunned silence, staring at him for what seemed like an eternity. "Surely you're joking. We've been together for the better part of a year. My father adores you and Gods know that is a rare thing. How can you be so empty about this situation? And what in the fucking hell do you mean 'more refined'?!" He grit his teeth, balling his fists as a fire ignited behind the oncoming pool of tears.

"This is it exactly, such foul language. Really Samuoux, you're too old to be using gutter slang like that. My family has already introduced me to an Ishgardian noble and he has been rather delightful. What is it you have really done with your life other than play puppet to your father, as good a man as he may be?" Arthurioux stated boldly, huffing at the upset man. "If you wish to only do things halfway, then I am sure there is some bar dweller that'll suit your fancy."

"How dare you!" Ru shouted, grabbing the nearest book at his disposal, flinging it hard at the source of his misery. It knocked him right in the head, causing the man to stagger and give Ru a look of shock. "You don't like gutter slang? Oh you're about to get an earful, you half-wit fop!" He'd continue to advance, grabbing another book to start whacking Arthur with with each seething sentence that left his mouth. "I didn't much care for you anyway! Yes, that's right...I thought you were a pretentious, boring, unmotivated spoiled brat. Oh and would it KILL you to participate in intimacy, rather than laying there like a dead rat?! I've seen corpses with more enthusiasm than you. Oh and one more thing, I don't think the way you laugh is cute at all. It sounds like an obnoxious trumpet struggling to play underwater!"

"Sam--" He tried to interject as he was beaten back toward the door.

"No, shut up. You don't get to speak over me anymore, or parade around like some big shot. You're nothing, do you hear me? NOTHING! Now get the FUCK out of my home. I never want to see your bland, stupid face again!" Promptly shoving the flabbergasted noble right out, slamming the door in his face.

Ru stood there for several moments, huffing angry breaths while clenching his make-shift weapon in his hand. Eventually he managed to take a seat, cupping his face with his palm and letting out a sob. How had he gotten here? He couldn't understand why his life had fallen into such utter misery. It was then he glanced at the book he'd grabbed, his brows knitting when he read the title. It was one of his old Alchemy books from his youth, a tome he'd long since put away and forgotten. He feathered his fingers along the spine, biting his lower lip as a realization finally hit him.

With a new flash of determination he promptly rose from the chair, throwing off his uniform to change into a comfortable shirt and pants. Once his cat had been fed, he'd grab his satchel and rush out the door. He was done being a welcome mat, and certainly done with being told what to do. As much as he hated to admit it Authur had at least one good point; He was a puppet to his father. Now he had many years of neglect to make up for, and only one person was on his mind now. But how could he hope to find the rogue now? Long gone, disappearing into obscurity with no real direction to start with. Yet Samuru couldn't stand to live one more day like he had been.

His search began where he'd last seen the man almost two decades prior, which turned up very little. Weeks passed, traveling from one side of Eorzea to the next. The name 'Isen Yumemiru' was either met with confusion or disgust, many not wishing to speak about it before moving on. This left Samuru frustrated, but he wouldn't let himself give up. Not again.

Shortly after arriving in Kugane and once again being turned away, Samuru flopped down at a table with a wince. "This is hopeless..."

"Excuse me." Piped up a voice of an older man, who approached the table where the Elezen sat. "Sorry but I couldn't help to overhear. But did you say Isen Yumemiru?" He asked. He was an older Hyur, dressed in poor man's attire and obviously knowing a hard life.

Samuru nodded quickly. "I did. Please, no one else will talk to me. I've been searching for weeks and I just want to know where he is, that's all." He stood shortly after, giving the old fellow a desperate look.

"Sure, I can take ya to him. Follow me lad." He murmured, motioning over his shoulder. Samuru didn't hesitate, nearly tripping over himself to do as told. Sure this could've been a ruse or a trap, yet he didn't give a damn. It was the best lead he'd had and he was going to take it.

The pair walked for sometime, heading into the countryside just outside of the glorious city. Entering a local cemetery, the look of confusion on Ru's face began to morph into worry. When they stopped at a particular headstone, his fears shifted into reality. Isen's name was crudely carved into stone, with his birth and deceased date. It was only months prior that he had met his end, and this left Samuru in a state of utter disbelief.

"Not really sure how someone as sweet as you knew him." The old man began, letting out an annoyed sniff. "He was a pain in my arse. He'd come into my bar and start shite almost nightly. Good with the ladies, but bad with just about everyone else. He was a bitter bastard, barely cracked a smile unless he was piss drunk. Most knew not to fuck around with him, he killed without hesitation. Seen it with my own eyes, y'know?"

Samuru swallowed thickly, clutching a hand to his throat to try and contain the lump that began to form there. "H-How...how did he...?" His voice cracking, still reeling from the shock.

"Die? Ah, prick finally picked a fight he couldn't win. Tried to take out five big ol' brutes at once. Managed to get a few of 'em before he got a knife to the throat. Honestly if I didn't know any better, I'd say he wanted to die. He was always miserable y'know, guess he had nothing to be happy about. But anyway sorry fer yer loss if he was important to ya. No one ever really comes here to visit the tosser. If yer here though, maybe there was something redeemable about him after all." With that the old man turned to take his leave, thinking his job here as done.

Samuru stared down at the stone for a long moment, taking in a shaken breath as the harsh realization came through. He'd never be able to find Isen, not like he knew him. Even if the brute was still alive, he likely wouldn't have been the same scrappy Hyur he'd met so long ago. Slowly Samuru lowered himself down on his knees, bowing his head.

"I realize this is twenty summers too late, but I'm so sorry. I wish I had gone with you that day, more than I can express. I don't know where I would've ended up, or how my life would've gone. But surely it had to be better than where I am now." He'd frown, wiping moisture from his eyes with the back of his hand. "I...I was too late. I wanted to find you, one way or another. Oh Isen...what happened to you? I knew you were troubled, but never could I have figured how much. Did you have anyone love you, or care about you? I would have...I would have tried so hard." He felt himself choke up, gritting his teeth as he fought the sorrow. "I've never forgotten you, and I never will. Please don't feel alone anymore, I'm here now. I'll come visit you and bring flowers. No one...should be abandoned. This I promise here and now. I am going to live my life how I desire, and do the things that make me happy. I'll be a puppet no longer, if for no other reason than to honor the man who saved my life."

He pushed himself up to stand, dusting off his pants as he tried to compose himself. "So thank you Isen. Even if you never once believed it, you have done good in your life. You rescued me twice." He'd lift his head and move to step back. "Farewell old friend, until we meet again." He then turned and took his leave of the lonely gravestone, his heart heavy and yet somehow still hopeful.