The Legacy of Heroism

They say you should never meet your heroes, and my dear future self, we can now both see why. I have always been an eloquent man, its something I pride myself upon, define myself by even. For me, words come to my tongue as easily as blood come to my heart.
 
And seeing Cearbhall Kingshield like that...
 
I still don't know what he meant to tell me when he fixed me with those burning, red eyes. Probably, I fear and suspect in equal measure, the same thing he's been trying to tell all of us from the very beginning, in his own way. To tell the whole world maybe.
 
And therin lies the real tragedy of being a living Legend I suppose: The world sees Caerbhall, the Hero of Berwick. Cearbhall just sees Caerbhall, the drunk old Goat who couldn't protect his squire; among a thousand other failings, I shouldn't wonder.
 
There's probably a tragic poem in that somewhere, but I'm too melancholic to write it now.
 
Hopefully you, Takuma of tomorrow, will come up with some cunning salve for Caerbhall's ailing soul, for it is well and truly beyond the Takuma of the present. In the meantime, Martin is infuriatingly correct, we have a Cloak to pluck out of thin air and a world to save.
 
In other news, as I'm sure you will remember with tail-bristling shame poor, long suffering Takuma of tomorrow, I kowtowed today for the first time in twenty years; so now that I've utterly humiliated myself, we have even more reason to succeed in our mission: The expressions on Lu Bei and Jun-Liang's faces will be DIVINE. And we'll be one step closer to preventing Armageddon, of course.
 
On a final note, I am increasingly convinced our adorable lady Shogun either reviles me to the very core of her being or is madly in love with me.
 
Probably both.