”It’s alright to be prepared,” Arkadius muttered to himself, closing the door of Ffirst Airmail behind him. ”It’s natural to be prepared, it’s the right thing to do. It’s also necessary, given everything going on. It isn’t my time, not yet.”
I’m not saying you shouldn’t be prepared, Arkadius. I’m just saying… a hidden chest containing a will and enough gold for a resurrection. That’s just a little bit, I don’t know… morbid? Think of what the poor thing will feel when she comes to open that. Ida, like always, was sat in Arkadius' coat-pocket, warm and comfortable.
”I have friends that rely on me. The people of Port Ffirst have begun to rely on me, my employees, my company. The people of K’ul Goran… well, we do what we can for them, but sometimes things may not always go entirely to plan. And I have plans that I haven’t achieved yet. I’d like to try and finish what I’ve started, and achieve much more. I’m not done yet.”
Arkadius took off, flying high above the city towards the docks, wings flapping slowly and methodically. He had a face of determination, his eye out looking for something in specific over the docks and in the water, but on a quick passover didn’t spot it and flew onwards all the while saying nothing and remaining silently. He passed over a few other places in Port Ffirst before returning to the Ffirst Airmail office, settling down at his desk. He shuffled a few papers around between drawers, but didn't write anything. It was obvious he was preoccupied, wrapped up in his own thoughts.
”I think I’m doing the right thing. I have done the right thing, for as long as I can remember.
It’s up to me how I prepare for my future, and I’ve taken the precautions that I think are right. That’s up to me, and if others want to complain, then… That's for them to decide, really. I am looking out for me, and the others around me by looking out for myself. Hopefully my close associates will realise that, and in time maybe Kassandra and the Errant Guard will see that I mean well too.”