角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
「衰頹的老人百無一用，如同襤褸的衣裳掛在木棍上。」
很多年前，我聽過這樣一首域外的古詩。它們的韻律與仙舟詩不同，我談不上喜歡，可唯獨這句始終盤旋在我心中，像魂靈揮之不去。
我見識過異邦人如何衰老。皮膚和肌肉變得鬆弛、大腦發生不可逆的退化、骨骼變得脆弱、眼球變得渾濁…
我理解他們為何羨慕我們。我曾經同他們一樣，以為我們不會衰老，以為我們會永遠保持不變的模樣。
每次出征前夕，我都會向戰友承諾：「你只管握緊武器，我會把你帶回仙舟的。」
但我食言了。那場戰鬥後，只有我一人拖着殘軀回到了天舶司。
我回不去了。我再明白不過。
自此，我便埋頭專注於公務，不再作回歸天際的空想。
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
"Old decrepits are useless, like torn strips of clothes hanging on a wooden stick."
Years ago, I heard an old poem not from here. Its structure, rhyme, and form were different from Xianzhou poems. I don't like it, but this particular sentence stayed with me, like a ghost I could not chase away.
I've witnessed how Outworlders age, how their skin sag, their muscles shrink, how their brains degenerate irreversibly, how their bones weaken, and their eyes cloud over...
I can understand their envy towards us. I used to think the same way, that we will never grow old, that we will maintain the same appearance of youth.
Every time we head out for a battle, I always promise my comrades, "You just worry about holding onto your weapon. I'll bring you back to Xianzhou."
But I broke my promise. After that fateful battle, only I returned to the Sky-Faring Commission, dragging my own damaged body.
I can never return. I understood that then.
From then on, I tunnel-visioned on official documents, abandoning any dream of returning to the sky.
I grew old.
