[His eyes flick to the side, to where the golden mask sits against the desk. All he has left of Lhikan. But it's brief.]

Mm. Regardless of the cost.

[There is no bringing back the dead. No taking back the scarring left from choices already made.]

How I wish I could toss this into the sea and be done with it. That I could just feign ignorance. It is all that is responsible for what little peace my people have for now, but if it ever ends up in the wrong hands...

[He exhales, frustrated.]

I will need to find a way to hide it. Somehow.