
Having no folly god to whom I should direct prayers, I find solace in this eternal flame.
Abhaya, before we enter the angel's gateway, we must swear a pact. I can see no reason for it to fail. Secret it will be kept amongst us, sealed with a gaze from eye to eye; and a grasp of bloodied hands. Your blood now runs with mine and there will be no turning back... save those tears.
We leave these artifacts to head those who arrive into the desolation of these lands. Keep thee well, no spirit that suffers as such will be forgotten.