The Master didn't care if the rest of Mogar judged him a monster.
He only needed the absolution of one person. Filia and Frey were too young to understand the gravity of such matters and Vastor was certain that with time and the help of their mother, they would forgive him as well.
"Now that I think about it, this is actually the most harmless scheme my mother has ever concocted." Quylla stood up. "People Awaken every day. Why do those bastards have to make a fuss just because of the words of a ruthless killer who died over 700 years ago?
"Thanks, Professor. I think I've made up my mind." She offered him her hand and Vastor shook it with a smile.
"There's nothing you have to thank me for. I've just been a sounding board for your thoughts."
"You've been much more than that." Quylla gave him a deep bow. "You've been a friend and you've managed to put yourself in my shoes for my sake. However this goes, I'll have no regrets. Goodbye, Professor Vastor."
