[ he knows very well that there is no good enough answer - he's spent the better part of the past several hundred years trying to find one, himself, when the divine veneer of his crusade began to wear thin and the promise of his mother's love drifted further and further into the past. If it exists, he hasn't found it, either.
He's already heard those screams, too. After all, he was the one who set the fires. ]
Aventurine, [ Messmer rumbles. ] Thy sorrows will find no relief in any words of mine.
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He's already heard those screams, too. After all, he was the one who set the fires. ]
Aventurine, [ Messmer rumbles. ] Thy sorrows will find no relief in any words of mine.