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"The name I had in Deerington? That was the name I'd gone by in my world of origin, except that wasn't the name I received at birth," he says, thoughtfully. "I didn't think highly of the man who gave it to me, for the indignities he had inflicted on me from the time I was young. Why bring that name and all that clung to it, to this new world and the new life I have started here? I offered it as a sacrifice. It doesn't faze me if someone who knew me in Deerington calls me by it.

"I decided to keep the two sides of my work here separated, hence the two names for the two roles I fill, considering that how much they differ: one preserves life, the other ends it, albeit in order to free the sufferer."

He looks at Orpheus, a small smile playing about the corners of his mouth and a thoughtful look softening his eyes a bit. "I suspect this place will be the future and perhaps final home for many of us. I hope it is a fine and fitting place for us all." He glances to the sky, toward the moon before looking away. "Considering the mother of this world, it's no small wonder that music goes a long way to help us all."

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"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. About the man who named you, I mean."

He doesn't say 'father,' not wanting to assume and figuring it's best to use the same words Locrian did to refer to him.

"And it does really seem like there's no way back, doesn't it? I thought it'd be harder, leaving behind almost everything I'd ever known, but..." He trails off, thoughtful, before shaking his head, looking up again and smiling. "My wife is here, and I'd almost given up on ever seeing her again. So I'm - grateful, more than words can say. That alone is more than anything I ever could have asked for."

It's hard to care about much else, in the face of that. As long as she's here, and alive, and safe, he feels like he can weather just about anything. Not to mention all the other friends who have come along with him.

"No need for apology, though I appreciate the kindness that inspired it," Wesker or Locrian replies. "He made me what I am become. I suppose I'm grateful for that much, though it took coming to Deerington for me to realize I could take charge of my story, even if the early chapters can't be rewritten." Though it took Sodder's revealing some rewrites of his life and a glimpse of the possible endings lying before him if he did not change his course.

A gentle smile that only just reaches his odd eyes. "Then congratulations are in order. I hope, in spite of this world's strange tricks, that the both of you can build a life and continue your story together. Let it be a lovely one.

From somewhere nearby, a fiddle and a flute player with perhaps a hurdy gurdy player start up a gentle, thoughtful melody. Wesker looks in the direction of the music. "I know some of that feeling. I nearly had a wife, but the quarrels of ...kingdoms and their petty princes came between us. I hope she made a good life for herself."

Orpheus glances up as the music starts, curious and a little easily distracted, but he manages to get back on track when he notices the seriousness with which Locrian speaks, catching enough of what he's saying to understand.

"I hope so, too," he says. "It's hard, letting people go when you love them, or loved them? And sometimes hoping they're happy wherever they are is the best you can do."

And it's hard not to think, then, of some of his lovers before Eurydice, and wonder where they are now. How they weathered the intensifying seasons, and what they'll do now that spring has come again. But there's no point dwelling on it, he guesses, except to hold on to that bittersweet nostalgia for a moment and acknowledge it and let it pass.

"Thank you, though. This place is - strange, in a lot of ways, but so far it's been kind to us. We have a house? And a garden." By the sound of it he's still sort of processing that fact. "Not much grows here? But it's ours, and I'm sure we can figure something out."

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