That's why we need to cherish them and keep precious.

Even the best endings rarely bring joy...

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How tempted I am. To retreat from the world, from enemies past, present, and inevitable. From the senseless complexities of a predictable system unobserved by its occupants. Will it take a fortitude I lack, I suspect so.

Life. The ceaseless struggle against an impartial fate. A waste? A boon? We may never know. Though, what does it matter for one who does not see the walls of the prison. I envy those who do not. The worst fate of all is to understand the walls of the prison, and be unable to leave.

Once I fought. To topple the Daedra, that plague of senseless destruction upon Nirn. To keep the people of Morrowind safe from the carnage that once befell Ald Sotha. The tragedy that fuelled my decisions hence, and the sin to follow. The Dwemer, the Heart of Lorkhan, and our status as the Tribunal.

But at last, after millennia of contemplation and calculation, I discover that events unfold according to all before. States of mind, states of being, influenced by the workings of gears already set.

Our recent defeat at the hands of Dagoth Odros and Dagoth Vemyn had taught me this much. My time is soon to an end, and I know I must spend my remaining divinity with prudence. The Nerevarine is due soon, to disrupt the fate of all Morrowind, perhaps Tamriel itself. For better or worse, I know not, but the Hortator will return, by Azura, have his dance across fate with the Sharmat, and regardless of whoever prevails, the Tribunal, we will soon face our retribution for the oaths we broke.

I have lived a lifetime of regret and sin. Perhaps this change will be welcome. Imperative above all is that the Clockwork City survive, as the last stand against the Daedra. My brother Vekh, and sister Ayem, are not likely to take their loss in power very well. Things will not end well.

I have been acclaimed as the wisest of the Tribunal. This is false. For I have committed the greatest folly. To mourn a past unchangeable, a future unalterable, and a present inescapable.

This is likely to be my last entry. Alas had I the power of doubt and the luxury of choice.

Strange. I spent lifetimes here in the world of tangible-forms, but each time I emerge from the throne, it's like I'm seeing it for the first time.