Month 18, Day 8, Hour 12
The decision, made in less than a heartbeat, yet its meaning and its consequences, would stretch for eternity.
Under the Sacred Window of much beloved Ste. Mere des Larmes, with the Wardens and Templars as our witnesses, we took our vows; to love and protect each other, and much more. Where we are going, I cannot say for certain, but it is my hope that someday we may return safely to rejoin the Faithful. There is so much to be done; I, who have just only entered its threshold as Acolyte, and Vasten, who intends to renew his oaths as a Templar. But should the Mists grant us not passage back to our friends and family in Vallaki after we have accomplished what we set out to do, then this is our goodbye.
Two parts of a whole.
In you, I met my match, and something more. I have said it before, I say it again....I would die for you, Vasten.
I love you.
I have no time to grieve, no words enough to express my sorrow at parting, this family which I found in the most unlikely of places and circumstances. Yet if this is Ezra's call Vasten and I cannot turn away from. Everyone struggles desperately to remain strong in light of recent events; I fear how the Church will turn on its heels. But more than that, deep down what I fear most, is for those I hold dear to my heart - the Wardens, the Templars, the laymen, my friends and those who need Ezra's shelter but do not know the way yet....I should stay to watch over them, as Ezra watches over us.
But the Mists come...
We must go.
