maybe a home one day :c from midway through Dart

[asinglemote]

My lady, no. This is a fool's errand - and believe me when I say, I know a thing or two about fool's errands. My place is at home, in Terre d'Ange; not aboard a ship that sails the sky, nor a city of depravity. The things I want - the things I must do - I will do of my own power, in time.

--What about Hyacinthe? My lady, you are too cruel, even for me. If you know ought of what's to come, you should not keep me in the dark. We both know what favors that has done me.