...Okay.

You know how I was, um...made, right? That I'm a construct, and everything? [ He twists his blankets in his hands, his voice small. ]

I got made with a, um...time limit, I guess. Like all the other black mages did. So, after Nightfall...all the stuff that keeps me together stops working. Forever.

[ Saying 'I'm going to die' is hard, at least out loud. ] So...I've been thinking about it a lot...cause there's only a few months left.