[ A flicker of something lively darts across his face. The raw, honest love he has for the Harper — an old friend, a once-companion — washing over him. He feels relief, he feels satisfaction. And then, it begins to chill within him. A sudden burst of sorrow, of realization. Had he not just seen the End of all things? If Jaheira was not here, sprouting up from the soil like himself or Karlach, that meant... she was in the End. And all he could do was pray that she was at peace.
The joy folds away from him, replaced by quiet sobriety. As far as he knows, she is not alive. Khalid isn't either, has not been for some time. ]
— Karlach, what is the last thing you remember, before you climbed from the dirt?
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[ A flicker of something lively darts across his face. The raw, honest love he has for the Harper — an old friend, a once-companion — washing over him. He feels relief, he feels satisfaction. And then, it begins to chill within him. A sudden burst of sorrow, of realization. Had he not just seen the End of all things? If Jaheira was not here, sprouting up from the soil like himself or Karlach, that meant... she was in the End. And all he could do was pray that she was at peace.
The joy folds away from him, replaced by quiet sobriety. As far as he knows, she is not alive. Khalid isn't either, has not been for some time. ]
— Karlach, what is the last thing you remember, before you climbed from the dirt?