As Callus lay dying while his friends fight for their lives. He can’t help but think of the deal he made. It was not dying that weighs heavy on his heart, but if he will be worthy.

"A longtime has passed since I first prayed to you eldath. I was no one. A spoiled, unemployed, ungrateful mooch. That took way to long to understand it. You told me you would give me the power to change my destiny to be someone worthy of my extraordinarily selfless parents legacy. And if I was, we would be together for eternity. The opposite is the only thing that has filled my mind and fueled my anxiousness. Not being worthy. Being a slave to you for all of time. Knowing I never lived up to who my parents wanted out of their only son. The day I spoke to you was the last time I saw them. I gave them my love but told them I would only be back when I was someone they could be proud of, and even though they both confessed profusely that I was already. I simply knew the truth, that I was not. It was only after their passing that I got word. I had never questioned myself more then the days after that. Would a good son not have know of his own mothers illness that took her life and the broken heart that took his lonely fathers. Surely I couldn’t be worthy of my parents eternal love now. I may have died more then I’d ever show on the inside but I braved it with a smile. I filled my time with so much “do goodery” that I didn’t have time to think of my grief and fate and I’m so sorry for that because you deserved to be mourned”. Callus fades more heavily.

“I suppose I’m grateful to be the first to parish. I wouldn’t want to see so much better people then myself pass before me. Please let them live. Please protect them, I know I’m one of your worst but the love I carry for them is real so please hear me” Callus whispers to no one. His eyes close pushing out the last of his tears as his chest falls but does not rise again.

Callus wakes, straining his eyes from the brightest of white light fades and his vision clears. Sitting propped up on his elbows, feet flat on the ground, knees up Callus smiles. Recognizing first, the slightly fishy smell that filled the dense and foggy air. He feels the damp blades of grass that could use some more sunlight then they get, wet his arms and rear. He then sees the old stone trail he had walked thousands of times. Rolling to his back looking at the cloud dimmed sun, Callus had no need to wonder anymore, as he popped up to his feet and walked home along the old stone path one time more.