Allow me to be — uncharacteristically, you might say — blunt: When you read this, I will be dead.
Worry not (or, I suppose, not too much), as my death, such as it is, is of my own choosing. You will have seen, I expect, the missive that Miss Starkov posted to the network. She said herself that she can't be certain if the ritual she performed will work again, but if there is a way of lifting the effects of the separation of one's soul from one's body, then it is what I owe to this place, these people, to study it. Yet I cannot in good conscience ask for those who have already suffered to suffer yet again, giving their blood to me for an entire turning of the moon for the sake of what could be nothing — hence my brief departure, now. (Brief, should all go well.)
But the ritual is not why I've written to you. We now know, of course, of the cycle of resurrection. I wished to ask if you would assist in ensuring this occurs as quickly as possible, as I cannot be sure of the state in which I will return to you, and would rather not risk further casualties in the time before my soul is returned to me. I have asked Solas for the same, in the event that the two of you might find it easier to complete such a task together.
I also wanted to ask you, if I may, to keep an eye on Parisa. I would advise you not to ask her outright how she's faring, as I expect she'll tell you not to worry, but I'd like to know that someone will watch over her in my absence.
Forgive me. It appears that, in attempting to help the rest of the house, I've inconvenienced those few for whom I care most. If you cannot forgive me, I hope you — ever clever, ever worthy — will at least understand.
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✉️ text — un: ev, cw suicide.
Allow me to be — uncharacteristically, you might say — blunt: When you read this, I will be dead.
Worry not (or, I suppose, not too much), as my death, such as it is, is of my own choosing. You will have seen, I expect, the missive that Miss Starkov posted to the network. She said herself that she can't be certain if the ritual she performed will work again, but if there is a way of lifting the effects of the separation of one's soul from one's body, then it is what I owe to this place, these people, to study it. Yet I cannot in good conscience ask for those who have already suffered to suffer yet again, giving their blood to me for an entire turning of the moon for the sake of what could be nothing — hence my brief departure, now. (Brief, should all go well.)
But the ritual is not why I've written to you. We now know, of course, of the cycle of resurrection. I wished to ask if you would assist in ensuring this occurs as quickly as possible, as I cannot be sure of the state in which I will return to you, and would rather not risk further casualties in the time before my soul is returned to me. I have asked Solas for the same, in the event that the two of you might find it easier to complete such a task together.
I also wanted to ask you, if I may, to keep an eye on Parisa. I would advise you not to ask her outright how she's faring, as I expect she'll tell you not to worry, but I'd like to know that someone will watch over her in my absence.
Forgive me. It appears that, in attempting to help the rest of the house, I've inconvenienced those few for whom I care most. If you cannot forgive me, I hope you — ever clever, ever worthy — will at least understand.
Ever yours,
Emmrich Volkarin
text ❖ @orchid
You're an idiot.