[ his eyes well up a little while his brow knots tight against being grabbed. his pulse thrums, fast, fluttering. he could be afraid, and part of him is, but the rest is listening...

he swallows. ]

It's still hard to say goodbye to one world, even if it treated me like crap. But I know in the end, I have to. Even if it's hard... [ and his pulse beats faster: ]

I don't know why the old Grand Sorcerer disappeared... but I can't follow in his footsteps like that.