My only dream was for the resurrection of my Master. And that same Master has turned his back on me and everything he is. He didn't even remember who I was.

Not even that wretched reborn Hylia knew who I was. I am forgotten in their time. Left to rust away somewhere in some forgotten place, or maybe buried in the ground for eternity. Who knows.

*useless is what he is now. Useless, useless, useless.*

Dreams are for humans. And so long as gods like Hylia continue to coddle them, there is no room for beings like you or me.

*and with that, he turns to leave. Just stop talking, Sola. It makes him uncomfortable and...sad. He's the lord of demons, he should not be sad.*