To My Son, Gorrhen,
It grieves me to know that you think I have failed you in my duties as a father. I am left with deep regrets over our last meeting in Tilarthan and the anger with which we parted. I said some words that you may have taken the wrong way.
We will talk when I return, and you will forgive an old man for his outbursts. I face death tomorrow so that you, your brothers, and your sisters may grow old and have children of your own someday. Remember that for you, I would fight until my last breath. For you, I would cleave the whole world apart.
Your father,
Agartes
On loss and sorrow, and the mark of time in The Agartes Epilogues.
