[ That's what he wants to believe, too. That even if he's become twisted up and warped from the young boy that had held tight to his sister's hand, that had been named as a blessing by his mother, they would still be...happy to see that he's still surviving, still fighting, still carrying the final whispers of the Avgins with him. And when he does see them again...

He doesn't want it to be with regrets. ]

...my last gamble saw me destroying the most precious thing the IPC ever gave me. A...holy artifact, carved from the body of the Preservation themself. I thought for certain they'd cut me loose after that...but all I got was a slap on the wrist, and the Aventurine Cornerstone was remade.

[ The implication is clear: if that wasn't enough for them to get rid of him, then what is? He pauses, inhaling quietly, before he continues. ]

...but everyone keeps telling me to invest in myself. I only need to figure out how.

[ With his wish. ]