[It simply just needs to be watched. The memory of Mira stands along with Fray, still in battle stance while Myste falls to the ground on his knees, looking downwards as specks of blue aether surround him.]
Forgive me, forgive me...I ask, I beg, I pray...but it never comes. Again they go to join the multitude in the black oblivion of the abyss...
[And as he speaks and swords are set aside, tears fall from his eyes. But it is Fray, they too being surrounded by the same blue aether, slowly walks to the boy.]
Such as our lot. Such is the fate of all who are born--to suffer and die. Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should.
[And Mira herself grows quiet. There's always that small part of her who wonders if she should...but there's a point to it, isn't there? It weighs as it should.]
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Forgive me, forgive me...I ask, I beg, I pray...but it never comes. Again they go to join the multitude in the black oblivion of the abyss...
[And as he speaks and swords are set aside, tears fall from his eyes. But it is Fray, they too being surrounded by the same blue aether, slowly walks to the boy.]
Such as our lot. Such is the fate of all who are born--to suffer and die. Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should.
[And Mira herself grows quiet. There's always that small part of her who wonders if she should...but there's a point to it, isn't there? It weighs as it should.]