"The road we've traveled together is nearing its end," he says, his voice low and gravelly, yet imbued with a quiet strength that commands attention. “But the lessons we've learned, the bonds we've forged, they will endure long after our paths diverge."His fingers move deftly, assembling the pistol with practiced precision, the metallic clicks and snaps punctuating his words like a solemn melody.

"In this world of uncertainty and darkness, it's easy to lose sight of what truly matters," he continues, his tone tinged with a hint of exhaustion. “But as long as we hold fast to the light within us, as long as we cherish the connections we've made along the way, we'll never truly be lost." As he reassembles the pistol, his movements slow and deliberate.

"And so, my friend," he says, his voice filled with a sense of finality, “as we journey on our separate paths, remember this: no matter how dark the night may seem, there is always light to be found, if only we have the courage to seek it." With a final click, Joshua secures the last piece of the pistol into place.

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These words linger in the air as you stand together, the aftermath of the battle with the White Legs settling around you. The fight is over, but the journey’s weight still hangs heavy. Joshua knows it’ll take a day to reach Angel Cave, the place where your paths first crossed. Before you part ways, he wants to make sure you understand how much your help, the courier, meant to him.