Gann of Dreams, you stood with me and gave me your love when I had no soul of my own. And yet, and yet. Through all of the tortured dreamscapes, through the mind's eye of all of the exiled souls, through the delusion of a dead god, you joined me. Guided me. Fought with me. And yet. My ranger heart sought peace in the forests of Rashemen. And you came with me though you knew the dangers to your soul. Yes, I have learned far too much of souls to believe that yours is not one of the brightest I have ever known. But the spirits were too present too real to you. More alive than I. In the end. After I had regained what was mine. After we joined in life and in dreams. After we achieved our happiness. You left me behind.
The spirits spoke to you in words louder than my love, you said. You had to go, you said. I see you in the breeze and though I seek you still in dreams, I do not find you there. I stand alone now in the swamps of my youth and struggle to reach clear waters in the swamps of my mind. My heart.
Tobin, my dream, I stand upon this stage and act a part. Day in and day out performing to the women and girls who flock to see me. To be near me. In a time not long past their adulation would have served as validation of my own self worth. Now it is not so. For night after night I still follow you in your dreams. Though I remain hidden from view. The lies I told were the worst betrayal I have ever committed in this miserable life of mine. It was also the only gift I could give.
You will be healed my love, this I know. For when you were made whole and we joined in the Dream I saw an armored knight standing guard over your soul. You were mine for only a time. You are his forever. I know now I have a soul though there will be no other for me to entrust it to. No god, no person, if not to you. Perhaps Kelemvor will take pity on me when the end comes.