[He shakes his head a little. Estinien isn't sure what difference being here makes. It's not as if him being this way is an external factor he can be free of - not when he arrived in this place only to be pulled along into another potentially world-ending disaster. He feels like he'll have to keep fighting as long as a battle needs to be fought.

How could he just leave it be in good conscience? He was made for this after all, and if he doesn't do it, someone else will have to anyway. Just as it always goes.]

Aye. They have been for some time, feeling our destruction was necessary for their own salvation, but now their ambitions seem to have devolved into simply wishing for the end of all life. Using foul magicks to enslave entire nations, summoning corrupted gods, and sewing the seeds of chaos at every turn.

[He looks downward, keeping himself steady. He feels anxious just thinking about it. What has happened in his absence? Has time passed? If so, are they already too late?]</small. 'Tis why I swore my lance to Himeka and the Scions. There would never be a greater need.