After a long silence, Septimus steps in front of Will Brann, making himself known to the others save for Hector, with whom he had already acquainted himself.
"Haha...ahaha...hahahahaha!" Septimus's otherwise coarse tone of voice briefly bleeds into an almost hearty laugh. "So what you're saying is that there ain't no rest for the wicked, is that it? Quite a grand quest if you ask me; but what the hell. Somebody's got to do the job, however ambitious. Let's see where this goes." In truth, Septimus was uncertain. Agmire, who was apparently a Ganondorf of another time, proposed something with an insurmountable weight to it that it was almost incomprehensible to process. What was the endgame here? What were his motives? No matter the case, it seemed the battle was not over. For Septimus, it may have never ended. Such was his role for the last decade and beyond.