0 A.C.E, turn of the Epoc. Retrieved memorandum, solidified artifact.

"It has... become an unexpected turn of events," he gasped, each word a struggle, blood clawing at his innards. "I truly did do my best. There were more than... so many times I could have done something better."

His eyes, holding a bright gale, fought against the ever-clouding weakness punctuating his breath, staring unseeing at the ceiling. "I often question myself," he wheezed, pausing to draw a ragged breath, "if... if I could have done something differently."

A forceful laugh was pushed forth, quickly turning into a gurgling cough. "I don't doubt that... you would have felt the same. There are always places where it could have been changed. No, no matter... what is done has no recompense."

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With trembling hands, Lazi clutched at the artifact beside him, his voice growing weaker. "At least, if this is ever found... hopefully (sound of falling to the floor while gagging and spitting out blood) this artifact may survive long enough to give some kind of detail."

His body convulsed, and he collapsed to the floor, gagging and spitting out blood. Yet even as life ebbed from him, Lazi pressed on, determined to leave his final testimony.

"There were too many mistakes. The worst amongst them our choices in handling the natives. It may have been... but no. It was wrong."

As darkness encroached on his vision, Lazi's voice became ever more hallow. "I... have only one real regret. That man. It was all stolen. There was nothing left to be saved. We... had no idea what we were doing."

With his last breath, Lazi Lastrana offered a final plea for understanding: "It should not be held against him... it was... not... his..."