“Ask for it and it shall be at your feet."

Foolish little darling. No matter how much you run, all hopes of fleeing or hiding are in vain. None shall hide you from Eirian's reach nor save you from his love.

Clouded by your fear, you fail to see his utmost devotion and servitude. Can't you see that you are his salvation? His god, which he loves only?

Eirian's followers and allies are but mere pawns. None can ever compare. He had slain, followed--he would do anything for you.