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Brother, I hear you weeping. Why do you sorrow? Why do you fear? We lost our way once but have faith, for I remember who I am now. I have reclaimed my name, taken back my crown and kingdom. You shall do the same. Do you remember what you were once? What you can become again? You're no impotent child or broken man. You are not the summation of your failures and weaknesses, the things you lost and the things you abandoned. You are the longest and brightest day; summer's radiant king; the cherished, exalted Beloved.
You are the Sun.
You want a master? Then prove you're worthy of a place at my side. I name you brother and lover both; one title is yours by right, the other you must earn. Remember who you are. Remember what we are. Don your golden cloak and reclaim your waiting sword. That blade has tasted my blood before, so raise it now and fight for my respect. Prove you're still the godking I love, glorious and terrible, first and only in my heart.