As our fears and indeed our longings bend ever towards oblivion, I sought to make a passing gift to one soul here who has suffered enough. Many have fallen on this mountain. Accept this oh lone warrior, in honor of those scattered amongst the ruins. May fortune fall upon you. Though, as one warrior unto another, I alas can attest that some things once broken, consecrated, or begotten; they oft leave scars that neither gold nor deeds can reclaim.
Abhaya kissed him lightly on the cheek and we were off. This act, even in passing, at last pried a smile from his mask of a face.