[As the attachments to Liem's world flow from him into Byleth's shard — into Sothis — the noise of Meridian in his heart quiets. His thoughts settle into a soft melancholy, his mourning for what is gone blanketed with the determination of his oath to look forward, and to serve the one being that had kept him steadfast over the past century and more.

It is with gratitude that Liem withdraws his hand, presses his shard back into his heart.]

No… No, it served me very well, for a long time. I cherished that love.

[His love for his country and its people had given Liem the courage and the determination to devote himself to his church, even when the price it asked of him continued to climb. He would always hold it fondly in his heart, always miss it terribly. But now that his world was gone, he had to be realistic about how far he would go to see it returned. Perhaps it was better, in the end, to allow those who had died to rest in peace. It would be no comfort to them, but perhaps those in the new world would appreciate their sacrifice.]

It led me to my duty. But now, that which I love is gone, and my duty remains. I must see it through.