Fifteenth rebirth [Audio]
[Yuca's quiet tones flicker on- there's no screening posts, no goodbyes, no nothing. He's not been dealing kindly with the past few weeks, and his layers of priestliness and innocent masks have all but been stripped away by the onslaught of memory.
And if Adstring really is over, then he won't have to worry about keeping secrets anyway.]
It won't ever end.
[His voice is a mere whisper, haunting its way over the microphone. For once, he sounds almost as old and tired as he really is.]
Adstring may perish. Some of you- all of you, perhaps- may die.
But it won't end. None of it will.
It never ends.
And if Adstring really is over, then he won't have to worry about keeping secrets anyway.]
It won't ever end.
[His voice is a mere whisper, haunting its way over the microphone. For once, he sounds almost as old and tired as he really is.]
Adstring may perish. Some of you- all of you, perhaps- may die.
But it won't end. None of it will.
It never ends.