[ even the authority of time's divinity has found itself elsewhere. the trailblazer's jokes, no matter how ill-timed, seems unlikely to lend themselves to large-scale, foolhardy pranks involving memories, the discrepancies that may do more harm than good. phainon has every mind to say so in hopes to inform than to further spread confusion, but there's a lull between mydeimos' question and his own pondering — ]

Perhaps this is just an unfortunate blathering of the one who has succumbed to madness. You're aware of how grand their stories and behavior tends to be once they've gotten ahead of themselves. [ his words reference no one, just himself or the potential of what may come to be once all reason has dwindled into nothing, yet he couldn't fully commit to the belief that he really has lost his mind.

the grief is all too real, that feeling of something vacant settling in like a heavy pit in his gut hardly feels self-inflicted. but it's fine if mydeimos finds solace in the idea that in phainon's feverish fits and dreams, he has allowed his worries and reality blend into some strange conglomeration of trying to process his current reality — of being away from amphoreus, of the potential failure to fulfill the one thing that was given to him. ]

I wish I had an explanation as to why we no longer align in this regard, but you needn't concern yourself over this any longer. What I am able to relay is something I can impart at a later time if you so wish, but I suppose... our Guardian of Amphoreus needn't worry himself over those details nonetheless. [ it has nothing to do with keeping the black tide at bay anyway — aside from the return of the black-robed swordmaster, and how the prophecy was making some progress towards its promised outcome. ]

I do believe you though. I hope you are aware of that.