I am at peace, Traveller. I made a bargain, a terrible pact... I will never be myself again, not truly. But I will live.

I am at peace, Traveller. I made a bargain, a terrible pact... I will never be myself again, not truly. But I will live. My agony is at an end.

I thought my life had meaning before, but I was wrong... as I lay sick, as I drew close to death, I saw it all in a dream... You are all that matters. Being here, observing: this is my purpose. I belong to the Atlas now.

The Armourer is at peace, with no more weapons left to forge. They tell me that their life has meaning now, that I am all that matters. I do not know what they are talking about. I try to tell them this, but it is pointless. There is nothing more to say.