I still cannot determine what mattered more that day. Was it what we learned or what we decided upon? Or perhaps, was it something that I still have not yet considered?
For all that I have learned, I humbly admit that not even I know the answer, even though I was to be his fount of wisdom and guidance.
In the end, what was my purpose? Where do I go from here? I do not know. Everything has been made undone — my destiny, my death, and... my duty. I have nothing left now and yet, I am immensely grateful for it. Paradoxically, I feel as if I've been given everything if that makes any sense.
But this is such an incredible miracle I've been given that I doubt that I will ever be able to repay it, for I fear what it must have cost to have created it...
— Meditations In Elysium; Chapter 4, by Velvund Goldentree