You are right Orchid, at least in part. The memories and souls of the Anskerit and all others should be free. This stone must be destroyed.

The figure that was Her Servant rises to his feet, his robe flowing over him like a liquid. His hair falls back and all can see the pain in his face. The tatoo also has changed. Where before it was ambiguous and meant Her Servant, The Fated One, Fates Son and many other things it now translates directly from the Anskerit script. It reads 'Destinies Love.' His eyes flicker with colour, flowing through all natural shades as he turns. His long white hair seems somehow more neat, more impossibly controlled, like his robe.

I have regained some of my memories from the soul-fragment in the stone but I will not know everything until that infernal jem has been destroyed. I must free the souls of my people!

He thinks about the past, his past, before Fate took him from them. Before he was ripped from his love. A flicker of memory runs through him, images of her face, her body, her voice as she cried for him. He remembers the day Melkil banished him from this world and his family. They did not believed him and they cast him out. Now they suffer in the stone. Melkil has decieved them and betrayed them and he will pay.
He clenches his fist and arcs of blue static curl across the pewter plates embedded there.

Serendipidy, I see now your reasons for taking me away. I understand. Why did you ever think that I would not? I have not abandoned you and though I remember my dear Alakel it is you still that I love. Given the choice I still follow you, but you must give me this. You must allow me vengeance, that I may put this issue to rest finally. Let me be Seren-Arnoth again.

A single resounding phrase fills the air, a personification of joy.

'Yes, my Arnoth. Yes.'