We’re almost there, at the heart of the chamber.
We’re hiding out in a strange booze shrine under Ravenscraig. We found the sword. It’s power is unimaginable! I’m terrible at using it, but somehow better than the others. With practice, I’ll learn to wield it.
Or Aerika will.
I refuse to believe that she’s dead. Nice try, Tam. There’s a little twinkle you get in your eye when you get one of your plans. I don’t know what your plan is, nor do I care.
Even that aside, I know she’s still alive. I have a feeling, and feelings have never let me down before.
At least not in the long run.
Last time I faced this choice, I went back. I didn’t leave the one who told me to go. I didn’t run away and save the others. And the others died.
And you’re telling me that now, when I chose the other option, to save the others, the one I leave dies? No, there’s no such thing as a lose-lose. There’s always a way. I’m not gambling this time. I’m taking fate into my own hands. For the first time in a long, long time.
Haven’t touched a drink since you got taken. You always call me out on my drinking. I’m a devout of the Drunken God, and by his grace it is a damn sin to drink alone. Never again.
You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna take up this damn grumpy sword, and you’re coming with me over the Crown of the damn World and we’re killing some damn demons.
Because I’m sick of leaving soldiers behind.
I’m sick of being followed by ghosts.