The further from home, the grayer everything gets. I've been far from home a long time…

My mentor taught me arcanima, and how to listen before speaking. He believed in paying attention before drawing conclusions. A small philosophy. Harder than it sounds.

There is a silence that belongs to rooms where someone is breathing, and a different silence that belongs to rooms where someone was. The silence of a room with Aldric breathing in it was different. I understood this only once it was gone — from the silence of a room that contained only his body.

Grief has a way of making decisions for you. Limsa was one of them. Now I take work where I find it. I still help people. Gods know why. Maybe that's the part of him I kept.