[ He lets out a long, heavy, quiet sigh. He had thought to maybe offer their Emissary some manner of physical contact, but he suspects that it would be rebuffed. Duty is heavier than a mountain; death, lighter than a feather. He feels this now. Knows this now. ]

Do you think I'm happy with how our tale ended, Elidibus? I'm not. I still feel the guilt weighing on me, every minute of every day. I wanted our people to at least be remembered even if they could never again walk the star. Only a precious few will ever know our legacy and once those few are gone we will fade from memory entirely.

[ His fists clench. His voice is bitter. ] Hydaelyn has won, Elidibus. We will never see Zodiark restored to His former glory.