? (from Tyelko)
Ah, you.
You know what I last saw from you? That smile, that crazed, pathetic smile you wore after the triumph of stealing my people from me, of reciting passionately your mad Oath and threatening me and mine with it in the Halls that had welcomed you in your need. Victorious smile, and how long did it last? How long until you began to shake and needed your brother to reassure you that you had not committed some great ill?
Did you believe him? Have you ever truly believed him during those times you've looked to him to be reassured? After treason and murder and kinslaughter?
No, I don't think you ever have. Clumsy and desperate and oh, you spoke passionately but what do you become when your famed temper flees you as quickly as it arose? How do you fill yourself after?
I imagine you must take some consolation in the knowledge that the Oath forced so much of your actions. There is room for honorable killing too, for is that not what heroes do? They wet their blades with the blood of their enemies and people the tales and poems that will be sung for ages after.
But you are not just a killer.
You are a thief and thieves are never heroes.
You laugh, you always smile, but I see behind it and had I the Art, I would find you in your death and haunt you the way your dreams haunted you in life.
