Theodane is gone, now for sure. Many times he faked death, but now he finally received it.... I feel now empty, something is missing. There is no motivation in my life, no trace to follow.
I can't go back to Anarr... no no no no no. He will surely have more work, work which I don't desire anymore.
Maybe Acelin is right after all, I shall seek redemption with no fortune, ashamed of my past actions. But deep inside me, something tells me that I don't regret anything.
Yes, I butchered the man, slashed both of his arms... gave him a slow and painful death. After that I was relieved, happy some would say, a chapter ended of my life.
Am I the monster I always feared to be?
Pretty sure people will say yes, I will say no, then slash them open. No... I don't want that. I am no weapon of Anarr, I am not something that one can easily throw. I am a person, and I recognize it now... must stop this.
