[I didn't join his efforts willingly, I think?...]
[I remember finding out about the worlds in the dark. I looked different there. A yellow heart on top of my chest. Powers, abilities. I was willing to use them for good. I DID use them for good.]
[And then I found him. Or, he found me? Maybe. He looked so ill. He didn't have a face, just a hole where it used to be. He said that his name was V-]
[We talked. Another darkner stole his face for himself, left him for dead. I remember feeling so angry on his behalf, how could someone be so wicked that they'd just do that because they COULD?!]
[... And that anger was how he got me.]
[It was quick. Before I knew it, I was just a yellow floating heart trapped inside a lab. I've never been able to leave since. I don't know how long it's been.]
[But for some reason, I'm still so angry. I want to help him, but I don't know if that's just the want for justice or something else. It feels like I'm being controlled and I'm okay with it.]
[But I'm more angry than I am afraid.]
[was? Did he change you? Did he shape you into something entirely different? What are you now?]
[the name unfinished? V. Has his original name been lost in his efforts to remember it? Maybe they simply don’t want to say his name.]
[doing it just because he could. That sounds like Talhiasi as I know him to be.]
[I can’t say I blame you for feeling so enraged, it’s an unfair, unjust thing to do. Though I get the feeling Vannelheim has his own wickedness about him.]
[be careful not to become too focused on your end goal. The way you get there matters just as much]