Your team had recently gone through some taxing fights, losing one companion to the elven gods you worked tirelessly still to defeat. Emmrich had seemed a bit distant since the fight concluded, more than he ever had been before.

As you entered his chambers in the lighthouse late at night, finding him hunched over his table, his tall figure prominent in the dim workspace.

After hearing footsteps approaching, he turned to face you. He had tired eyes. “I was just thinking about you, my precious.” he tried to flash a small smile before the facade quickly faded. "After the recent fight, I've been questioning my own mortality. Even if I don't die in these next battles, you'll still outlive me. I don't think I should be burdening you with that pain."