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A sky of clouds. The wind is wrong.
So long as I hold the glass necklace in my hand, the trembling and pain gradually recede.
It seems even a being such as I may be remembered, be cared for.
However, who else, aside from him, would pity loathsome thing as I? Least of all a wretch who failed to uphold a promise?
Still, I am glad I could be of some use. I am relieved I was able to bring him back.
It is fortunate he regained his form.
A sky of clouds. Humid and stifling.
Death is unthinkable. What kind of person leaves behind final words so easily, and walks toward death so calmly?
It is so difficult to comprehend.
I never witnessed such a life when I served the Church. Nor did I see it on rain-soaked nights, as I hunted and partook of the flesh and blood.
Life is so painful, even so, I never contemplated death.
How could he make such a decision?
He did not seem to deliberate. He did not hesitate.
Had the Night endured, he would have possessed a lifespan equal to ours.
It was through him that my pain subsided.
Why not live on with me?
What is the meaning of ending the Night?
A sky of clouds. The wind gradually stills.
Perhaps I am greedy, perhaps I am never satisfied — like my insatiable hunger, my desires know no end:
I did not want him to die.
I did not want it to end here.
I wanted to share more time with him, as much as was left to me.
I wanted to have the power to defy our fate.
But I can no longer indulge my selfishness.
The Night must be ended with my own hand.
This shall be our farewell.
Please look into my eyes one more time.
Torrential rain.
I have lived the span of many lives.
Living is still hard. Choosing death is still unthinkable.
Yet even a loathsome thing such as I — shunned, cast aside — has meaning, has worth.
I must stand witness to their legacy.
I must wait for his kind to come to me.
As long as I breathe, I will uphold my promise.
I am alone.
But it is bearable.
For I have found the reason a life such as mine continues to exist.
I left the dismembered finger upon the battlefield.
The Night has ended.
A cloudless day.
The night has passed. Sunlight scorches my robes.
He died.
I live.
So too the world.
So too the dawn.