I released Ketch from shore. Followed tomb-road myth. Found Kell-breaker's Light-caster. I did this. None other. The god-steel fragment gleamed, tight-held. Felt like old stories. Felt like golden memories. Burned like mislaid countenance. Many lost. I returned, head-sunk, pride-heavy. Fearful. You rewarded ambitions. You did. Took Dreg and gave Vandal. Our shoulders aligned, broad. I hunted. My prey Light-scattered to the stars. You bestowed Captain. To equal you. Beyond you, I believed. I left as Light-wielder. Hunt Light-thieves. Kill the killers. Your warnings made true. The Light-thieves rode vengeance. They ate death. I was not enough. Truth-speaker. Forgive. Grant me the old-bond burial. Everything, I name to you. (You can discard this item safely.)