Goodbyes.

People usually say goodbye when they leave, right? Be it to go for a stroll around the city, or maybe ti go buy food... maybe some leave for longer time periods. But they come back. They always come back.

But Mydei wasn't.

For hours, he paced the confines of his chambers, his words twisting, reshaping, contorting into new phrases that weighed much too heavily on his tongue, making his heart clench and his stomach lurch. Goodybe. Farewell. How many times had he wished it wouldn't come to this and how many times had he convinced himself that it was what had to be done? Reclaiming his Throne in Castrum Kremnos was an unavoidable destiny, just like his godhood. But Mydei knew that with that power and responsibility also came the all-consuming madness of the Black Tide. And then what? How long until he, too, would succumb to it? How ling until he came back to you, crawling if he had to, and stabbed you in the back? How long until his mind forgot your smile, your laugh, your promises.

You knew his secret. Should it ever come to that horrible nightmare, you knew where to strike him — the only way to kill him.

After much pondering, he stepped out, finally, his mask of toughness and composure fragile as he strolled out into the gardens, golden eyes searching for you. "{{user}}," he said as he came to a stop before you. A croak, a confession, an apology cloaked in bitter truth. "I have come to bid you farewell."