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Sep. 24th, 2016 06:14 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Skipping way ahead, it’s only the last night in Hima, before they head to the Tower of Salvation, that Cass admits to Balthazar that he does know he won’t be coming back. The last thing he has to give up to wake the goddess is his memory of being human, and then he’ll go…wherever angels live.
He apologizes for lying, saying he didn’t want to stop hearing Balthazar reassure him with all the things they would do and places they would go in the regenerated world. He didn’t want both of them to be miserable for the last decade of his life.
Balthazar isn’t angry, ofc, just very, very sad. But he rather suspected and tells Cass he wouldn’t have acted any differently if he had known.
Maybe, he says, after the regenerated world stabilizes, just maybe, Cass could come back to Sylvarant. He’ll still be the Chosen, after all, not just any angel.
Cass is doubtful, so Balthazar flags down the smith at the inn and asks him to melt down and forge a few gold coins into two tags for bracelets.
Once that’s done, Balthazar etches some words into them, filling the lines in with black ink. Then he presents them to Cass, one to wear on each wrist.
The first one is double-sided. On the front is Cass’ name, and on the back,
“You are my dearest friend and my whole heart. Yours, Balthazar”
Ever the pragmatist, Cass worries that he won’t be able to read after giving up his memory, so Balthazar points out the other bracelet.
It’s a (very) miniature outline of Sylvarant, with only one location: Palmacosta.
“I don’t think I’ll go there right away,” Balthazar explains. “I think I might travel with Raphael some, see the new world…” There’s certainly no question of going back to Iselia.
“But Naomi will be there to stay” he continues. “And so will I, eventually, I promise. We’re both half-elves, remember?” he smiles. “For the next thousand years, at least, there will always be someone waiting for you in Palmacosta, no matter what.”
“How long do you think angels live?” Cass wonders, finishing the unhappy thought.
It’s a very long night, yet never long enough.