Whenever Joss felt he could no longer stand this damned place and wanted to leave, he would think of that terrifying question: If I die, how will I find my way home?
He really did not want to end up like a certain colleague, who had puffed out his chest while describing the terribly evil god he had fought, only to lower his head and cautiously add... that it had happened a thousand years ago.
The River Styx was rather long, and he had accidentally gone the wrong way.
Whenever Joss imagined that future, he found he could endure, no matter how irritating this world was or how much the people around him got on his nerves.
Sigh...
Joss knew that, much of the time, his problem was that, as a Dawn Follower, he could not stomach all the petty compromises people made in their lives... yet those were things mortals could never do without.
But how could anyone who could put up with that nonsense still worship the Dawn Lord?
Especially since their Lathander actually allowed anyone to leave him once they suddenly became "mature" and wanted to enter the adult world.
"If one day you choose another path, I hope this stretch of our journey together will have held neither sorrow nor silence."
With Lathander like that, how could anyone with passion still burning in their heart leave him easily?
Yet there would always be people who experienced too much along that road, until the fire in their hearts slowly went out... even if such a person was in charge of the Dawn Tower, Lathander would let them leave without hesitation.
Because the great Dawn Lord had no dirty secrets that required him to crush those who knew them in his grasp!
To meet on good terms and