The thought of watching the life drain from your eyes fed me. Nourished my broken heart all this long way. The closer I got, a thought kept eating away at me. That what you did was right. Wiping out the monarchies. And the clans. We were the monarchies’ boots on the necks of the people. We were their blade, without question. But you are just more of the same. You changed nothing. You’re just another boot looking for more necks.

Éile