[Lammy]

"Grandpa, have you heard the news?"

  

"I have."

 

"What do you think?"

 

"Well... sit down, let me tell you a simple story about your Great Grandmother, Tara. And I.

Years ago, when I was in my teen years, I met a dashing woman that I loved very much - still do to this day.

Every day, we would meet, and we would enjoy that love together very much! No matter the situation, after a long day, we met.

But there was one little issue... you see."

 

"What was the issue?"

  

"She worked with the Docros. I was a priest of the faith, destined to be the next Stellus.

This got me into a lot of trouble... mother was mad, father was happy - but the people of the order?

They cursed my name, spat on me, every time that she did wrongdoing, I suffered, but I stayed.

But I never left."

 

"No matter how much sense it would have made, I never left Osrona; I didn't leave for love.

I didn't leave when the higher-ups spat on my name.

I didn't leave when they charged me for things that I didn't do.

I never left when the Peace-Patrol boycotted and didn't attend the war, even if I didn't agree with it.

I stayed, I did my duties, because I am a man of Osrona; I am a man of the crown."

 
"This is the same mindset I gave Claramonde, Tessa, and Talia - but you already know the story of her.
So to see that those teaches started to fade, started to wither, started to become transitory with history, it hurts.
Maybe I wasn't there to teach them like I wanted to?
But, I can't afford another Talia; heavens no."

"But I will tell you this..."
 
"I no longer see them as family."

"I don't see them as Gardios."

"I see them as Vanreths.
Future Necromancers; descendants of Nidaz.
I disown them, all of them that show dissent."