He's seen the bodies on that side of the scale, watched them pile high. And that niggling voice in the back of his head, too familiar by now, insists that it's impossible. It would be one thing to die trying.
I hurt them. I hurt them and I chose to do it. I chose to follow the Faceless because I wanted this to end.
He doesn't answer. Just stares down at the ring again, which now feels heavier than ever.
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He's seen the bodies on that side of the scale, watched them pile high. And that niggling voice in the back of his head, too familiar by now, insists that it's impossible. It would be one thing to die trying.
I hurt them. I hurt them and I chose to do it. I chose to follow the Faceless because I wanted this to end.
He doesn't answer. Just stares down at the ring again, which now feels heavier than ever.