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Vi does not look over his shoulder at Noah's arrival, merely gesturing with a hand for him to step up and stand with him at the porch. Already the chill of the night is returning in earnest, both due to the change in season and the way the god of life no longer clenches his fist around reality. A blanket of darkness beneath a sea of dazzling stars, he merely watches it for a moment before speaking once again. "Life is not easy," he says softly - not as its patron and not as one who marches through it towards Mort's embrace."It has not been easy for you, these past seasons. But I think," and he slows here, glancing sidelong at Noah with a gaze no less dark than the night, but somehow aglow from within, "that we may now have peace, for a time." A long time, if luck should hold. "And I think the state of affairs ought to reflect that. Noah Olson - I will be releasing you from your burden of duty to me. You need be weighed down by my banners no longer. You are Forsaken no more."
Gazing back up at the heavens, he links his hands gently behind his back. "The only thing I want you to do from here is to live."
