colum asht sits among luggage reading a letter. the text behind him says "Colum. I am told you are doing well, despite what your body was put through at Canaan House. I am utterly relieved to hear it. This letter is difficult for me to write, and I apologize for not delivering these words in person, but I think it would be even hrder (...) perhaps even impossible - for me to speak them aloud to y(...)"
colum is still sitting, now visibly angry. text reads "I care for you, Colum. I care for you in ways that have been discouraged, despite the edict that a necromancer's duty is to care for her cavalier. I care for your wants and needs, and as idiotic as this probably sounds to you, I was blissfully unaware (...) what is (...) , and what ends justify which means. (...) no other purpose in life. (...) better off far, far away from me."
colum is now deflated and bordering on tears. text reads "I'm sorry, Colum. Truly. (...) not so naive as to expect that forgiveness in the waking world. I will now uphold the part about caring for one's cavalier (...) I'm sorry, Colum. Truly. I'm sorry Colum."
Colum has dropped the letter and has buried his head in his hands. tears are deipping to the floor. Text reads "I free you from your oath. (...) your judgement has proven far better than mine (...) Your necromancer, Silas Octakiseron Silas Octakiseron"
art for @dujinxian.bsky.social 's wonderful fic, A Tree Of Life (check it out below!!)
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