[...It has been years since Sir Dolorem was martyred. But his presence still feels real. He didn't have much to teach me, yet he guided me. My walking steps, without him, wouldn't have been possible. I became the Pope, and something more. Yet even after being aware of everything at every moment in time, I can't find the true origin of my existence. This cycle—there has to be a beginning to it.
I know everything, but this one question eludes me. And now, as I see those around me wrinkle, I feel why you never chased supreme might, Ser Dolorem. Why you found solace in your service.
I believe I will outlast all, this world, this time. But for those I cherish, it pains to see them wither. I can make them immortal, but I cannot—I am the rule, not the ruler.
I must fade from the present and become history. Or else, this world will never grow. I will see you soon, old man.]
