[ Messmer hadn't brought much, and so he readies himself to depart exactly as he'd arrived; his enormous spear is back in hand, and his helmet rests once more on his head. There's an enormous black carriage, pulled by an enormous black beast, that's no doubt waiting for him, but he does not yet move to board it. He looks neither joyous nor sad. Instead, he stands near the entrance, staring up at the sky, lost in thought. ]
Now cometh our decisive moment.
[ the words are muttered more to himself than anything. In what form will this miracle come? For his wish has changed shape, too, become blurrier and more uncertain, as has his future. As much as he's derided this experience, it's changed him undeniably. Whether it's better or worse, he can't say - he only knows that, from here on, everything will be different. Closing his eye, he breathes in deep. ]
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Now cometh our decisive moment.
[ the words are muttered more to himself than anything. In what form will this miracle come? For his wish has changed shape, too, become blurrier and more uncertain, as has his future. As much as he's derided this experience, it's changed him undeniably. Whether it's better or worse, he can't say - he only knows that, from here on, everything will be different. Closing his eye, he breathes in deep. ]