...I have his shard with me. In death, he would have been purified of primal influence.

[It's said quietly, barely more than a whisper. Like some part of him wonders if even that is truly enough. If his soul can even emerge from its shard to begin with.]

I'm not a hero of my world; I'm not the Warrior of Light, or the Scions of Seventh Dawn. I'm an engineer, nothing more.