***
{Outside The Projection, Somewhere Dim}
"...So you've forgotten your little brother, huh?"
Duban, the new Nasir, looked up from the scroll on his desk, eyes landing on the projection outside his room's window.
"No matter."
He turned back, put the quill in its place, and wrapped the scroll around itself.
"At least I'm not the only one who still fondly remembers my father."
***
{Outside The Projection, Someplace Bright}
Sitting on a dune not far away from the Holy Palace, Faqir looked up.
Beside him were many, and they looked at him in wonderment.
It was the first time they saw a... character before them.
His being there was surreal to them.
Faqir, though, didn't seem to care.
He didn't revel in his rise to stardom.
No, he was preparing himself to die.
It was not a matter of if.
When the battle happened, he was sure to die.
Of course, and again, he didn't want to lose his life, but...
"I'm sorry."
This was the least he could do for his uncle.
