[Fidelis Meridius]

Fidelis nodded as Faust flicked the crumb from the table. "It is quite alright... It was some time ago. Some brightenings it feels more like a different lifetime." The Jorelite leaned back to cross is right leg over his left. For a few moments he was nearly completely relaxed. The wine was doing its job, and the presence of his companion had helped to ease the impending gloom that loomed over his future. " And yes, things can change all too often... as we both know." The warrior hinted to the loved ones that had passed before them. They both would carry the same weight with them forever; perhaps it was the reason for their bond and not the sword.

As Faust spoke of the woman he loved and her family, the Dark Knight nearly pitied him. He could only watch as another man loved the woman he so dearly cared for, but he would not hurt others to gain his desires. He was more pure a man than Fidelis would ever be, but deep within he admired the Vysstichi for such moral courage.

With a simple nod, Fidelis decided not to pick at the issue too much. Instead his couterpart had revived the reason for their meeting in the first place. The warrior's brow fell slightly as the gaze in his eyes changed momentarily. "There is a part of me I wished you could have known... Perhaps if we had known each other sooner. But, Faust..." Fidelis sighed. "There is something that I must do, something horrible... Should this be the last time we are ever able to share a drink and company, I would hope that you would remember in this way, and that you may forgive me..." Fidelis grabbed the bottle of wine and filled his glass, before offering to give the Prince of har'oloth a refill. "A toast. To unrivalled swords, to friends without equal, to love lost, and should this be where we part, then here's a toast to the end." Fidelis raised his glass in front of him with a smirk; waiting for Faust to do so in return.