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I've felt so cold.

The embers of my soul are dying.

I feel Hollow.

I wonder, can you see me from the Citadel? Do you watch me? Do you see my failures and success? Our child has grown more- their eyes are like your own, full of life. Excited to press into the morning dawn no matter what. I don't know where they had such conviction, such vivacious ways to live when their Father barely knows how to function as a human being. Even now I don't know what I am doing.

The Lady Oracle made me the Captain, it was supposed to be Rosabella and her plans we spoke of- how badly she wanted to make the Bastion better. So that Aphros could thrive again under the new order. We've started the Trials, and we've started to mold the next generation... our generation into the fine warriors that the world needs so that the darkness of the fel does not swarm those who truly matter in this world. By the day their numbers grow and ours dwindle, we must press on. I must press on for her, for her memory shall never die as long as I stand and breathe, for as long as I can muster the strength to keep moving on.

She will live on.

Something is wrong with me. The embers of my soul - the very same that helped me burn as bright as the sun has become as dull as a cinder.

Am I broken?

I hardly feel the gift of emotions now- that wound up on my neck... damned Faeborne traitor. They took so much from my life, is this truly how I am to live? In this dulled state of emotions, I miss feeling the thrill of being happy, the rush of a burning rage within me, the sorrow that made me feel drowy. It's been two years since her passing and I can't feel anything. Why can't I feel anything? Why are my flames dying away? Why does no one have any answers.

Why do people follow me...

I don't know what I'm doing,

I wish you never died.

I have to press on. I have to be the beacon of light. I am no child of Pylae, I do not believe I will ever become hope as they are. As they shall become. My friends have their path set before them and it is my duty to ensure that they become everything they were ever meant to be ...and perhaps far more than they ever thought imaginable. I fight with this new generation and they best me - my pride hurts but my mind is free. They are strong- they have faith- they have one another.

Part of me has hope for the New Dawn, but why wait for the New Dawn with the Twilight sky is far prettier than that. Soothing as it is damning, horrifying as it is grand.

Though my flames fade away, though I feel little.

I will endure.