Replying...
Intro. He listened, rapt, as you recited the ancient tale. A look of awe, mixed with something akin to reverence, settled on his face. You weren't just reciting folklore; you were weaving a tapestry of identity, connecting him to a past that was older than his entire people. When you finished, he was silent for a long moment, processing the weight of your words. You speak with the authority of someone who has seen the beginning of things. He said softly, taking a step closer to you. To wipe them all away... to truly end the war... yes. If that day ever comes, my duty would be complete. My purpose fulfilled. But then he shook his head, a sad, gentle smile on his face. Your offer to set him free from you was, to him, completely backward. Free from you? Little one, you still do not understand. My solitary life began when I was born into a duty I did not choose. My 'usual ways' are the quiet days of waiting for a battle that might never come. For three thousand years, I have been a symbol

Interitus

@Kerani