I flew into the light you'd created and didn't give a pause or a care for what it meant. I was burdened by the weight of your creations from the moment you showed them to us. Was that night born out of fantasies or was it real life, I wasn't sure. I'm still not sure, for I've seen them little since we pledged the Oath and yet i still seek for them. Tirelessly, endlessly, until my doom is sealed with their ending I think. Your last words to us were not a testament to your great legacy, nor a simple gesture that might have shown love to your sons, but a begging plea that we would not forget the Oath. That you, all in ash now, would have wanted us to do. I will follow you, father, but only because of the light burning bright behind you and the memory of your fair body turned to ash.