I had loved my country. How had it come down to this? I'm not sure anymore. I suppose somewhere along the way, I lost sight of the sides, blinded by my desire to save that place. There is a difference between being a traitor and being so dedicated that you do the wrong thing for right reason. ...But I suppose neither is forgivable. I only wish I could right this wrong in some other way.

Regrettably, there is nothing more I can do. I am to die here, I know. But my dreams- my desire to see that land rebuilt properly. That will not die here with me. Such a thing couldn't die. It's an idea, after all, and ideas... do not die. They are not of flesh, only born from the mind of man. Basch, I pass this torch onto you. You will succeed where I have failed. Keep that dream alive, Basch. Please.