Here, he breaks the Chant, as the full weight of that verse truly reaches him. He has prayed in the presence of others before, listened to the Chant sung in the Grand Cathedral. But never has the truth ever really reached him as it has in this tiny, private chapel with an audience of one.
"I am not alone. Even As I stumble on the path With my eyes closed, yet I see The Light is here.
Draw your last breath, my friends. Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky. Rest at the Maker's right hand, And be Forgiven."
Be forgiven... so much weighs on him, so much blame and guilt. That there could be forgiveness waiting for him at the end of his days is almost too much to hope for, and yet hope there is, lingering as a tiny light in the shadow.
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Here, he breaks the Chant, as the full weight of that verse truly reaches him. He has prayed in the presence of others before, listened to the Chant sung in the Grand Cathedral. But never has the truth ever really reached him as it has in this tiny, private chapel with an audience of one.
"I am not alone. Even
As I stumble on the path
With my eyes closed, yet I see
The Light is here.
Draw your last breath, my friends.
Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky.
Rest at the Maker's right hand,
And be Forgiven."
Be forgiven... so much weighs on him, so much blame and guilt. That there could be forgiveness waiting for him at the end of his days is almost too much to hope for, and yet hope there is, lingering as a tiny light in the shadow.