You don't have to do it alone

The moment he was free, the Warlord made his way to the barracks, taking out the finer bottle of wine Artorias had gifted him some time ago. Thinking that now sounded like a time it needed to be open. Bottle of win in a loose bag over his shoulders, the Warlord made his way to Ashen.

Howling for its Empress at the border, he settled back on his hunches and waited to see if his goddaughter would appear. He thought back to the last time they had stood a while and spoken. During the long night, when his infected, addled brain had urged her to flee.

"Sirius Fatalis"