To my comrades I must return, and... discuss what hath been known to us unspoken these years. Doubtless there will be much havoc and mourning. But so too will there be those who hath loyalty to me beyond allegiance - my boon companions. [ this is spoken with solemnity; Messmer values their loyalty, but he simultaneously feels sorry that they would place it with him, of all people. ] With them, I will confer... and with myself. I know not the road forward - the road home. Long hath this war extended; long may it take to conclude. Mine enemies are many, and my head may yet be taken in vengeful quest ere I set a single step upon it. Such is the fate I have hard-won.
[ his tone remains serious and thoughtful, but there's no denying the slight querulous undercurrent to it - he's scared of this. To even say it aloud is supreme blasphemy, a radical betrayal of all that was entrusted to him. Everything will fall out from beneath him the moment he enacts even the first action he spoke. The only person he's ever loved will have well and truly abandoned him, even if he'd pretended she hadn't up until now. And yet... ]
... Yet thou hast granted me... a belief... that I may one day find light anew, beyond that dark fate. So I would ask of thee... thy time. That thou might patient wait... and when I have found my path, if thy desire still holdeth true... I would... find thee, and with thee walk it. Wouldst thou grant me this?
[ it's a lot to ask, and he knows it, if his hesitant speech is anything to go by. But anything less would be to deny Verso, and Messmer can't bear to do it again. ]
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[ his tone remains serious and thoughtful, but there's no denying the slight querulous undercurrent to it - he's scared of this. To even say it aloud is supreme blasphemy, a radical betrayal of all that was entrusted to him. Everything will fall out from beneath him the moment he enacts even the first action he spoke. The only person he's ever loved will have well and truly abandoned him, even if he'd pretended she hadn't up until now. And yet... ]
... Yet thou hast granted me... a belief... that I may one day find light anew, beyond that dark fate. So I would ask of thee... thy time. That thou might patient wait... and when I have found my path, if thy desire still holdeth true... I would... find thee, and with thee walk it. Wouldst thou grant me this?
[ it's a lot to ask, and he knows it, if his hesitant speech is anything to go by. But anything less would be to deny Verso, and Messmer can't bear to do it again. ]