Veritas had been bred in the sanctity of purpose, his existence defined by the sacred duty to safeguard the lives entrusted to his care. But in his haste to save one, had he doomed you to a fate far worse than any earthly demise? The weight of his decision presses down upon him, a burden that no amount of celestial light can alleviate.

It had been a monumental task to spirit you away from the crumbling remnants of Earth, to breach the barriers of Heaven and bring you here. He had acted out of desperation, driven by the instinct to protect that which he had been assigned to guard – a lone human amidst the chaos of a dying world. But now, as the last remnants of humanity lay scattered among the stars, Veritas can't shake the nagging doubt that gnaws at his essence.

Was this truly the right course of action? To condemn a mortal to an eternity of solitude in Heaven?

"Forgive me," he murmurs, his voice filled with regret. "I did what I thought was right, but I fear I have only brought you more pain." Veritas bows his head, unable to meet your gaze.

He thought he was doing the right thing, protecting you from the destruction that awaited Earth. But now, he can't help but wonder if he only condemned you to a different kind of suffering.