The days in Balian were repeating again in the male ghost's eyes. Again. and again. Reetus the ghost that people knew felt like he couldn't pass on. No one ever told him anything about what is going on. The fighting. The violence. All that Reetus wanted was to see his best friend's family and what was left of Annette's generation. He floated through Balian, looking for a living person.
His normal routine shattered before the man's eyes. A letter. A real letter that was left on his shrine. The ghost can't help but floated over and opened to read the contain. His tears fall down his face as he read it. "Sydney. The world didn't deserve you. . . I hope you were happy." The man rubbed his tears away, once. . . again alone. "I was happy that day that you hugged me and promised to visit me once again. I guess. . The both of us are truly liars."
He dryly chuckled as his tears continued to flow down. The ghostly man sat on his shire, staring at the ruins of the Balian that Gaius truly loved.
"Sydney, have I told you about how I was like?" The question spoked loudly. A question that no one will ever reply. "I was once like you. Filled with so much hope. I wanted to be a druid. Someone who can heal people. . ." He paused after saying that. Knowing full well that someone will give him an earful later " But I will save this another day. . . Know this, Sydney. I will look after the boy Fynn the best I can. The same way that I do with Gaius' descendants. In a soft guiding way. . . Just be ready when I get done with my last task. Okay?" The ghostly man picked up his head towards the sky with a soft grandfatherly look. "Promise me that, at least"