"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon.
probably."
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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
[He sighs, somewhat... relieved, as painful as it is to admit.]
Thank you, Miss Rey. I—
[He laughs, the sad laughter of a man who has utterly accepted his fate for the time being.]
I wanted to leave behind a legacy worthy of my name. I understand now that that is impossible, here or in Bear Den. I know nothing short of necromancy that could help me with this, and even then... I cannot say it would be a worthy endeavor, nor one that would do anything but delay the inevitable.
[His voice drops; it is hardly a whisper.]
What did I do to deserve this? What did my family do? If I had died so long ago, when I was cursed with this wound, their legacy would be intact well beyond my death. Instead...
[He trails off. He shouldn't talk like that; he's well aware of those who would never allow it. Rey herself is usually one of those. However, he can't help but wonder how much better he might be if he'd picked a different pursuit in his life -- if he'd wanted something other than to continue his family's legacy with pride. Perhaps if he had, the disappointment he finds with himself would be far less oppressive.]
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Thank you, Miss Rey. I—
[He laughs, the sad laughter of a man who has utterly accepted his fate for the time being.]
I wanted to leave behind a legacy worthy of my name. I understand now that that is impossible, here or in Bear Den. I know nothing short of necromancy that could help me with this, and even then... I cannot say it would be a worthy endeavor, nor one that would do anything but delay the inevitable.
[His voice drops; it is hardly a whisper.]
What did I do to deserve this? What did my family do? If I had died so long ago, when I was cursed with this wound, their legacy would be intact well beyond my death. Instead...
[He trails off. He shouldn't talk like that; he's well aware of those who would never allow it. Rey herself is usually one of those. However, he can't help but wonder how much better he might be if he'd picked a different pursuit in his life -- if he'd wanted something other than to continue his family's legacy with pride. Perhaps if he had, the disappointment he finds with himself would be far less oppressive.]