"My dear child... it seems you are all I have left now. After all this time, all that I've gained, all that I've lost, all those who died for me... I only have you left."
"I know you resent me. There's not a doubt in my mind that you do. After everything I've done to you, it's only fair. That's how I see it, at least."
"For so long, I've been blinded by my greed, destroying everything I've ever had in the process. The star I saw that day is no different... I just couldn't stop myself. Forgive your foolish father."
"It's a curious thing. The greediest of them all, and yet I have nothing. Perhaps that's for the best. Everything I love always leaves me in the end."
"Though... I truly do love you, Maritzia."
"That is why I must do this. I have no other choice."
"No matter how sickening it is, no matter what you may sacrifice, never let go of your Greed. My eyes, my hands, my flesh, my heart... take it all. These myriad worlds I have forged over these eight eternities, they are all yours to take... for I may never write again."
"Farewell, my littleprince."
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In the vast expanse of nothingness, there lies a great archive, drifting aimlessly, housing the final remnants of all creation.
And its host, the Archivist, has died at last.
In his hands rests an open book, filled with countless blank pages, each awaiting their proper ends.
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"How quaint. That old fool has finally let go, hmm? Maristrotzia iel Auretz... is it? How... curious. I wonder how far your greed will lead you this time, Laedreia."