Perhaps he will be there to meet you on the day of the inevitable... to congratulate you, no doubt.

[ His tone is soft then, far away, even tinged with the sense of loss. He prays he will not see the day when the Warriors of Light no longer walk the realm. Even if...

A shake of his head underneath his hood that shrouds his eyes. It matters little. ]

Mourn him this day, Warrior of Light. Then, in the morrow, stride forward with your held high. I imagine he would ask no less of you.