...yeah. Some people just aren't good at living. They're here in the moment, but their gaze is on their eventual grave.

[His chest feels tight even talking about it.]

I agreed to that promise because I thought it'd keep Nero from doin' anything stupid. That maybe he'd live long enough to work past the funk he was in. He was always like this but it wasn't nearly as bad before I got arrested. For 500 years, I was enough to keep his spirits up and keep that voice in his head quiet. But life just...changes, I guess.