"They were... I know that much to be true. I do wish for a better, safer life for us, and the fragments were a mean to that end. But they were not worth the consequences of our separation... so my intentions, while good, were perhaps misaligned with what is most important in the end. I suppose what I am trying to say is that... even if I never do manage to leave this place..."

The alien pauses, experiencing how odd and terrible those words feel coming out of his gills; they pull at him, stabbing at his hearts to consider. But he knows, now, it isn't the worst thing that he could experience. No, the worst thing has been watching Carlisle suffer so terribly from his curse; it has been holding the cleric as his life threatens to slip away from him in the thick, inky rivers that seep from old wounds. Glacius shudders, his grimace twisting into an expression of outright remorse... but then resolve, as he finally finds the final point he needed to cement the mindset that he'd been working towards for so long in this place.

"... Even if I never do leave," Glacius starts again, "...It would be alright, so long as I get to keep you with me."