> We've reached the end at last.
> So it would seem.
> He is truly dead then?
> Is standing in this house not proof enough?
> Yes, I suppose the wards would've flayed me otherwise.
> A less pleasant reunion, to be sure.
> You must think me milk-livered for my doubt.
> I would think it reckless to trust anything at this point.
> And if I said I trusted you?
> Most madcap of all. Go check the coffin yourself.
> Hah! No, no. I can wait. The brood will want to check for themselves as soon as they swarm in.
> You make a point. :/
> I'm surprised I arrived before them.
> It won't be long, I'm sure. They'll want their share, after all.
> And you?
> It's a difficult business.
> Naturally.
> But I suppose I do, in a way.
> You've been this place's caretaker some five centuries. I should think you'd want to be free of it.
> And lo, there is the problem at its core.
I won't deny it. I loathe this place. But loathing and attachment are so often intertwined.
> Fauntkin. Time will heal this.
> Hah. Time. It's been five hundred years, Vik.
> Then give it five hundred more.
I would beg you leave this place if I thought you would listen.
> Nay, nay. I must see this to its end.
> As expected. Very well.
I remain your second. If you must stay, we both shall.
I could not protect you then.
May I prove a changed man now.
