Dagda, I must be swift, should Isgarren catch on to my plan before I'm able to depart. I've decided to leave this place. I've been here for a thousand years too long, I think. My mind hurts, and it yearns. For beings that know "all," I don't know enough. Not about myself. Something bubbles beneath my flesh...swirling in the back of my mind...that I can't quite reach. It crawls and bites. Last time Isgarren heard of my reservations, he asked if I wanted to die. It wasn't a...hostile remark, but I reject the notion that there isn't a path forward that doesn't involve moving to the next wave of existence. So, I depart. I love no other more than I love you, my sister. You are the closest thing to a soulmate I need, but I have seen the cards and I know that you will find another. Just be patient. Find comfort in the fact that we are channeling the same stars. S