Is there still some fight left in him?
There must be.
I hope he knows I’m sorry.
I should have done more.
To protect him…
… from us.
May I… embrace him for a moment?
...
I hope he finds peace… in your care.
...
Sester Genessa
You’re no wayward spirit—are you?
Hm… no, of course not.
But I will aid you all the same.
There is no defying fate…
The others… they revere you.
But I know your true purpose.
I am Genessa.
I will initiate you…
Prepare you for what’s to come.
If you’re having doubts…
You must let them go.
A divided self will only bring ruin
Even with the best intentions.
Believe me.
What now?
You wish for something more?
Have I not given enough?
To you… to Her… to all your kin?
(sigh) What more can I do?
I am but a shadow… of a waning flame.
But perhaps… I may still play my part.
I’ll need your help.
For I have done something terrible.
What more can I do?
I once made a prison… of sorts.
… to contain my fractured selves.
But it only made matters worse.
You see… I am but one of many.
Split from eternity.
The prison… looks like a mere censer.
I'm afraid I lack the strength to reclaim it.
Be careful.
Even you, Harbinger, may not be ready.
But it will not open.
Not unless you bear the key.
A needle for the infinite threads of eternity.
I hid it from myself.
Buried it in a terrible place.
I'm afraid I lack the strength to reclaim it.
Be careful.
Even you, Harbinger, may not be ready.
Well done.
Well done.
Perhaps you are the Harbinger.
Well done.
(chuckles) Not bad.
Sester.
...
...
Is that... my beloved?
... Tiel.
Harbinger.
Welcome back, Harbinger.
You return, Harbinger.
You found it.
This censer…
I’d hoped to never see it again.
But perhaps fate has a different plan.
Is there still some fight left in him?
There must be.
Let’s see what he can do.
I see you’re prepared.
But you have much to learn.
Now... do you wish for my help?
Back for more, Harbinger?
Is that... my beloved?
Tiel…
I was told you’d find me… Harbinger.
Come.
Let us remember who we are.
Sester, let us reconcile the past.
I can help you remember… what we are.
Let the past shape our future.
He still smells like a miscreant.
Let’s see what you can do.
Let us spar.
En Garde.
I will test you.
Tiel…
There’s something I need to tell you.
(snores heavily)
Tiel… what are you doing?
You were right.
Shit… it’s here again.
What? It's just us.
It'll never be just us.
Tiel… everything is going to be alright.
I promise.
Tiel? You look unwell.
You’re not yourself.
Thestus… you’re alive?
(chuckles) Oh, yes.
But you… (sniffs) you smell… different.
Anointed perhaps?
You found him… the Harbinger?
He found me.
I was wrong… to doubt you… all those years ago.
I thought the Tar had ruined you.
Made you a beast.
Perhaps it did.
Why are you helping him?
I thought you hated their kind.
Your Blessed Mether.
She showed me the truth.
It was a Glimpse… more real than life itself.
I saw them all rise to the heavens, vanish.
Good riddance.
Let them ruin a new world.
And leave us in peace.
(deep sigh) Let us return to your sacred task.
I… saved you some.
A foul concoction… yes.
But useful.
A small price to glimpse eternity.
Even as my sight fails.
And my memories fade.
I still can see…
A brave, young hunter…
Surrounded by darkness.
Is it… you?
No… someone else.
Someone I should have …helped.
Her? The Undermether.