He smiled sadly. “Someday,†he spoke softly. “But not in this time. Not in this life.†A deep breath--as deep a breath as a shadow could make--and an exhale.
The silhouette stepped forward to the mirror, touching it with a ghostly hand. The mirror expanded into a doorway, a shimmering cascade of rainbows being emitted from it. His form shimmered in the wake of such brilliant light.
He turned to face her, a soft smile crossing his expression, his back to the luminescent doorway. His form wavered, the shadows comprising it gradually drifting away into nothingness. “Promise me that you’ll return to Ul’dah, one day. That you won’t hold onto me forever. That you’ll do what I was unable to...and let go. If you can do that, then that will be enough for both of us.â€
His evaporating silhouette seemed to tremble. “I am sorry that we did not have more time to say what we wanted to say. It was...difficult enough for what fragments of me are present to be taken from the lifestream. My departure is long overdue. I am tired, so tired, and the cycle has a place waiting for me. One way or another, this will be our last goodbye, for certain. No more secret letters or lost, fragmented souls. It is...time for me to rest.â€
Nero reached a hand forward in a weak wave. “Goodbye, Roen. Fare you well, and may you be blessed with the strength to defend all that you wish to.â€
And he was gone.
The silhouette stepped forward to the mirror, touching it with a ghostly hand. The mirror expanded into a doorway, a shimmering cascade of rainbows being emitted from it. His form shimmered in the wake of such brilliant light.
He turned to face her, a soft smile crossing his expression, his back to the luminescent doorway. His form wavered, the shadows comprising it gradually drifting away into nothingness. “Promise me that you’ll return to Ul’dah, one day. That you won’t hold onto me forever. That you’ll do what I was unable to...and let go. If you can do that, then that will be enough for both of us.â€
His evaporating silhouette seemed to tremble. “I am sorry that we did not have more time to say what we wanted to say. It was...difficult enough for what fragments of me are present to be taken from the lifestream. My departure is long overdue. I am tired, so tired, and the cycle has a place waiting for me. One way or another, this will be our last goodbye, for certain. No more secret letters or lost, fragmented souls. It is...time for me to rest.â€
Nero reached a hand forward in a weak wave. “Goodbye, Roen. Fare you well, and may you be blessed with the strength to defend all that you wish to.â€
And he was gone.
