Delve Chapter 171: Singer

Aliah sat beside a small fire at the edge of the camp, fiddling with a spoon as she considered where to begin. Across the fire sat Tallheart and Rain, the latter with a tiny Crystal Sli passed out in the wooden bowl resting in his lap. There was no one else nearby, but they were still close enough to the camp to hear the occasional groan through the trees. The march had been long and hard, and reck and Tahir would be winding their way from campfire to campfire for hours yet, treating blistered feet and sore muscles.

Tomorrow, they would have to slow down—there was no denying that. There just weren’t enough riding animals to be shared among those who couldn’t walk for long periods. For now, however, despite the complaints and the lingering terror of pursuit, the mood in the camp could only be described as relieved. True dusk had fallen hours ago, and the assault on their periter had been laughable compared to what everyone had grown used to. They were well into the wood, having left the outlying farms behind, and soon, it looked like they’d escape the ranked zone entirely. The trees were close around them and the canopy overhead was low, but with the guards posted, campfires lit, and the generator reassembled and running, it felt...

It felt safe.

It wasn’t, of course. No one was fooled into thinking that the Empire couldn’t swoop down on them at any instant. But for now, things were calm. Peaceful.

Aliah tightened her grip on the spoon she’d been playing with, then set it aside, resisting the urge to reach for her helt. It was ti.

She looked up, seeing Rain and Tallheart watching her expectantly, though they both remained silent, not pushing. Never pushing. Silently, she thanked them for that, then began to speak.

My father was in the Guild.

While he could do no wrong in the eyes of a child, I know now that he embodied many of the faults that co along with that profession. We moved around a lot, but to , it never really mattered, not having a ho. Or a mother. I didn’t even have friends, but the adventurers I’d find myself left with filled that hole, just as they filled with wonder, what with their stories of monsters, exploration, and magic.

You see, when I was little, my dad would just leave at the local Guild branch, going off with whatever group he’d managed to find, only to return weeks later with another story. And then we’d move on. As I grew older, he even started taking along with him on so of the easier missions. I loved those tis. Loved him.

Elric, the adventurer. My dad.

It was on one of those trips that I achieved my awakening. It was sothing I’d dread of since I’d first understood what made my dad different from everyone else. My awakening, though, wasn’t anything that he’d planned. We were on Karmark at the ti, not in the great city, but that’s where we started. My dad took us to the Ter so he could fight in the tournant. He was only level thirteen, but he was sure he’d be able to make the thousand. Sure he could...beat the odds and win us a place there. He was so sure that he bet on it. When he lost in the first round, well...

Forget the thousand. Forget the ten-thousand. If you aren’t even ranked, there’s not a lot you can do. You can’t enter the high-city. You can’t go below into the fiery mountain to get out of the cold. Hells, you can’t even improve your rank until the next tournant. Technically, you could challenge, but why would a Numbered agree to fight an Unnumbered without a hefty pile of Tel to balance the scales? They’d have everything to lose and nothing to gain, not even pride.

Anyway, we were stuck there, in the frozen low-city, unable to afford teleportation or Goldship thanks to my father’s debts. My dad, my hero, a powerful awakened, got trapped in the foreign ring with the destitute, the beggars and the whores. With no one willing to hire him and my father too proud for common labor, he decided to make his own work.

Barred from the mountain and its riches, we left Ter’Karmark completely. We made our way out into the foothills. Even there, the competition was fierce. The Guild in Karmark has no jobs for Unnumbered, no matter their level. We had to go far, far out into the wilds. Into the deepest ranked valleys, shrouded by freezing mist and filled with monsters no human has ever seen.

The hunting was good, at least. There were Tel to be made.

It wasn’t exactly safe, though. Humans aren’t the most dangerous predators on Karmark. Far from it. Far from the great mountain, far from the protection of the Ten, we were just asking to get ourselves killed. Dragon pride is a myth; let no one tell you different. Dragons are just about the only things on Karmark that don’t care what your number is. To them, a al is a al.

I, the child, had no fear. Not even when my father had us huddled in a hole in the ground while the shadow of wings soared overhead. I thought it was fun. I knew my dad would protect . Sohow, I was never proven wrong, and when we stumbled across an essence monster, that just cented my beliefs.

My dad was a genius, and this had been his plan all along.

Never mind the hundred tis we should have died. Never mind the pain, the struggle, the suffering, and the hunger. I was awakened. Awakened at six years old with a cap of seventeen, and it was my dad who had earned it for , all on his own.

If that’s not a story deserving of a place in the thousand, I don’t know what is.

Anyway.

With being awakened, things beca more manageable. My dad could leave on my own, away from the deadly monsters and secure in the knowledge that I wouldn’t die from an errant breeze. I didn’t invest in any skills yet, for reasons I’ll get into, but I did boost my stats, bringing myself up to the level of an adult. It didn’t help much, but it helped.

Before long, my dad managed to finally pay off his debt. We bought passage on a Goldship bound for Bellost. Dad kept saving for a little while, but then he went right back to burning the spoils of his adventures on won and wine. That’d been what he’d always done before we went to the Ter, and no, I didn’t know it at the ti. He was good at hiding it from . I was six, rember?

Anyway, for all his faults, he always made ti for . He started to teach , determined to get the class that he wished he had. He was a Jack. Just a normal, uncommon Jack. I would be a True Jack, he swore, if only I followed his instructions. He knew the way, though it had been too late for him by the ti he’d discovered it.

I, the dutiful child, did exactly as he told . I spread my points evenly. That’s the easy part. The other requirents were harder. One by one, we t them, so of them even before we left Karmark.

There was one, though, that could not be rushed. To beco a True Jack, you need to wait. Two years to be precise. Two years without picking a skill to prove to the system that your indecision is the stuff of legends. Ha. When I finally unlocked my silver class and saw the na the system picked for , well... I’m getting ahead of myself. There was bronze to deal with first.

It was toward the end of the second year of waiting that things changed. My father grew...frustrated.

Like I said, he wasn’t a True Jack. He couldn’t change skills as I can now. He found himself stuck, even with his cap boosted just like mine, so he started bringing us to more dangerous places. Eventually, after no luck and many failures, he took us to Xiugaaraa, the City of Lights. The wonder of that place almost shattered my young mind, but the novelty wore off quickly. Within a day, my dad left at the Guild as he’d done when I was younger, this ti surrounded by people whose language I didn’t speak. He was gone for over a month.

When he ca back, though, I forgave him instantly. When he ca back, he was silver.

As a child, it took a long ti to realize that that isn’t the kind of thing that happens by chance. I still don’t know who in the Bank he made a deal with to finance his trip to the Great Delving. I do know that getting to silver didn’t help my father in the slightest.

As he grew in level, we fell in ans. We went from using the teleporter network, to using carriages, and then to walking. The debt he’d taken on was too much this ti. Bank agents started appearing after each job, taking whatever he’d earned and leaving us with coppers. He was silver, but he couldn’t deny them. They’d just have sent Enforcers if he did.

My dad...got angry, outraged at our situation. Then he got stupid. He heard a rumor of a lair, unclaid by any power. That’s what brought us to Brightside, just a few months before I was due to unlock my class. He was convinced that he could find that lair. He went out into the chasm, again and again. Alone. I already told you how he died for it.

The piece I haven’t told is what ca after, not in detail. I might have...omitted a few things. I don’t think you’ll bla for that once you hear it. I’ve never shared this with anyone. Partly because of how much it hurts. Partly because of how much of a monster it makes seem. And partly... Partly because I’ve never had anyone to tell.

...

No, sit down. I’m fine. Just give a minute. This next part is...hard. Please, just... Please.

...

I was left alone. Eight years old and alone, trapped in the depths with no way out. The first few months were the worst in so ways, but they were also the easiest. I was orphaned, classless, stricken by grief over the loss of my father. It was easy to take pity on , even for the bitter, hopeless souls that live in that forsaken place. Light is one of the most precious commodities in Brightside, on par with clean food and water. Finding a lit place to rest, finding food, finding people to make sure nothing kills you while you sleep... All of that was easier when I wasn’t seen as competition.

Once I unlocked my class, the goodwill blew away like smoke, never mind that I was just a kid. I told you how I took Purify and how I made that my focus. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to fight, so I made myself useful in other ways. Purify to fight off the poison, Healing Word to nd wounds, Attract to gather resources—even ssage. Unlocking that one was only possible thanks to True Jack. Anyway, eventually, I had all the utility a party could need. You would think people would have loved for that, but no.

Nobody living in Brightside stayed there by choice, except Arden, the asshole bloodplate who ran the teleportation platform. The rest were the survivors of parties that had co to challenge the crack and failed. They were those left behind, like . Awakened, but with caps even lower than mine for the most part. Those that could hunt, hunted, but Brightsiders don’t go far out into the mists. The outpost survived off the fresh spawns that prowled outside the defenses each night. If people had just worked together, we could have taken over that valley, pushed back the darkness. That wasn’t how it worked. Those that did band together would begin to earn more, and then they would escape, leaving behind the most selfish...the most wretched...misanthropic examples of adventurers that this world has to offer.

I was one of them. I beca a guide to the parties that ca down from the surface. With Purify, I was good at it, which just made the others hate even more. The cute kid with the perfect spell for holding off the toxic mist. Not good enough to convince a party to take with them when they left. Assholes.

I...barely survived. My path to level seventeen was slow and agonizing. I was often on the brink of starvation, most days eating nothing but tasteless moss, taking whatever jobs I could snatch away from the others and trying to live off whatever I could scavenge in between. Even had I been an adult, I wouldn’t have been strong enough to go out into the chasm alone to hunt. Not alone. Not unard. I had to trade for proper food and water. Had to pay Arden rent just to sleep in the light. Things are expensive down there, even more expensive with everyone else trying to pull you down.

...

To this day, I’m sure that the rumors about Brightside were the Bank’s doing. Teams would co, paying the Bank for the privilege to use the platform. They would stay, gathering Tel and Crysts as they hunted for that damn lair. Then, they would go, not having found it. Again the Bank got their due when it ca ti to teleport out, and Arden made a point to scoop up all the equipnt from the fallen. Every ti one of the survivors managed to earn enough to pay the fare, it was just another profit for the Bank. We were basically slaves, being squeezed for every last drop of wealth we could claw from that damned chasm.

Calm down, Rain. You might as well get mad at the sun for all the good it will do you. Trust , you can’t break the Bank by yelling. I’ve tried. And besides, it wasn’t impossible. Looking back, I’m surprised things were as civil as they were. After all, nobody actually went as far as trying to shank a child in their sleep. I guess it helped that they knew I had nothing worth taking. Things did improve. I learned what worked and what didn’t. So of the locals beca my...not friends. Rivals? Comrades, perhaps? Comrades in suffering?

Anyway, years passed. I grew from a girl into a budding woman, finally coming into my pools. It was a slow process, but I gradually unlocked skill after skill, leveling each one before moving to the next as my father had taught . I began to save...

And then one day, he ca.

His na was Lerith. Freelord Lerith Singer.

He ca alone, with no entourage or followers. He told how he declared himself Freelord, denounced his family, and set out on his own. He liked to talk. To tell stories. In them, he was strong, funny, brave, and...well. Beautiful. The last, I didn’t need his stories to see. My eyes worked perfectly fine. Sorry, Rain.

In my inexperience...I had no defenses against him. All I’d had in the darkness were my dreams, and Lerith, well, he set my heart on fire. He was a splash of color in the smoky, dreary tedium of my existence. Oh, and he was a Healer, so there was that. A real one, not like or the woman who had failed to heal my father all those years before. It was no wonder that I fell in love.

Lerith ca to Brightside planning to offer his services to those who ca seeking the lair. He’d hoped to capitalize on their need to rebuild his own fortune, now that he’d cut himself off from his house. What he’d failed to realize was just how impossibly stupid his idea was, especially since he was only level sixteen and not much older than I was. He got stuck, just like . Should have done more research, I guess.

Ti passed, and we grew close, or so I believed. I’m not sure if he ever loved like he said he did, or if he was using from the very beginning. Regardless, together, we worked. We beca a team, and by watching out for each other, we both began to claw our way free, getting ahead of the others with our teamwork. Still, it wasn’t enough. We could see freedom, and we began to chase it. We started looking for the lair.

With Lerith’s guidance, I used the last two skill points I had, and with them, salvaged sothing usable out of the disorganized ss I’d made of myself. Without access to weapons, I used my fists, training in Bear Kata and becoming stronger by the day.

I can hear your doubts. Two teenagers, levels sixteen and seventeen, going out into a toxic chasm ranked higher than the Ashen Jungle?

Well, first thing, there weren’t any reaper-class aberrants down there, and second, most of the monsters relied on Chemical attacks, sothing that, for better or worse, I’d built myself to counter. Really, though, it was Lerith that made it all possible. I don’t think I can convey just how good he was. His healing was leagues beyond anything I’d ever seen. He wasn’t just a normal healer, either. He was able to change people.

Denser muscles, tougher skin, boundless energy, or even the ability to breathe the poisons in the chasm. That last one was critical. Purify and resistances can only do so much, and my mana was far from infinite. The changes didn’t co from Enhancer magic or anything like that. Lerith used skills ant for restoring missing limbs and removing scars. He’d sohow found a way to twist them to his own purposes, making the soul rember not what it had been, but what it could be.

Lerith had a way with words.

His voice, like everything else about him, was beautiful. When he worked his magic, he would sing. So people do that with Chanting, but this was different. Sothing about his class, inherited from his family—or stolen from them, to hear him tell it.

Anyway, the body follows the soul, as Rain here is proof. I can see you squirming over there. Calm down. As I’ve said, there’s a difference between sothing your soul wants and sothing that’s been forced upon it. The changes Lerith made then were never permanent, particularly if one were to resist.

Back then, I wanted it, and that made things easy. Lerith would sing until my soul realized my body was broken, and then he would use his magic to help it heal. He made stronger, obviously, but it was more than that. He could make other changes too.

He made taller, my bones cracking and reforming to support ever-expanding muscles. Fortunately, he had skills to block the pain. He changed the tone of my skin, which was far too pale from years spent underground. He changed my eyes to erald green and altered their shape, saying they were too Bellosian for his liking. Hundreds of tiny things, he tweaked, shaping not only into the peak of human performance, but also into his vision of beauty.

I loved it.

It made feel strong. Perfected. I wished that he could make the changes permanent, hating the scrawny, wretched thing I had been. I beca dependent on him. Dependent on his magic.

Now, I see it for the manipulation that it was, but back then, I was blind to what was happening. All I knew was that I loved the way it made feel. The power he gave was...intoxicating. It wasn’t enough, though. To change my body so drastically required lots of energy, and that ant lots of food, specifically at—an expensive and ti-consuming problem to have in Brightside. We sprinted forward in power, only to remain firmly stuck in ans.

Eventually, though, we got our chance. A party ca, unlike any that had co before. A nad party. The Heroes of Wix. I laughed at the ti. Storybook nonsense, I thought.

Then I found out that they were mid-silver. They were seeking the lair for its accolade, not for a blue like so many others. That’s important. It ant they were strong enough that the chasm was barely a problem for them. They had a Diviner who’d made finding lairs his specialty, and they had done their research, so they already had a way to deal with the poison too. That was a problem for us. They didn’t need help, never mind there were only four of them. Not even the best spell ever changed their minds.

That’s where Lerith ca to the rescue.

As should be plainly evident by now, he could be persuasive. He spun a tale of how we were shunned by the others, forced to heal for them and to live in poverty. He told them my story, told them how I’d been trapped there since I’d been a child, and how he’d been the only one to look out for . He bent the facts to suit our needs, playing on their sympathy.

If the na wasn’t enough of a clue, the Heroes of Wix saw themselves in a certain light. Viewed themselves as saviors. Not real saviors, mind you. Like all the rest, they wouldn’t have lifted a finger to help us if Lerith hadn’t read them like a book and manipulated their emotions. He didn’t ask them to save us; he just asked them to give us a chance. With a blue, or even an accolade, we would free ourselves, and it wasn’t like they’d lose anything by letting us co along. It appealed perfectly to their sensibilities. They took us with them.

With their Diviner, we found a lair within a matter of days. Whether it was the lair, I don’t know. This one was deep. Far deeper than any of us expected, but not so deep as to be out of range for the Heroes. Inside, we found what Lerith and I had been dreaming of. An Essence Monster. A Darkling Pincer Trall, this horrible, venomous scorpion thing. I didn’t care what it looked like as I stood there frozen in shock and hope. I had eyes only for its level. Thirty-one. The sa level I am now.

The fight was hard for the Heroes. One of them might have even died had we not been there. With my skills and the modifications Lerith had made to my body, I was fast enough and tough enough to act as a distraction. Lerith, of course, whatever else he was, was a fantastic healer. The Heroes might have carried us there, but we earned our caps, and they knew it. I think that was why they let us keep the accolades in the end. Saying you’ll do a thing is very different from actually doing it, especially once you learn that the prize you’ve promised...

Plus one to all known skills.

Even you, Rain, shouldn’t need to be told how ridiculously valuable sothing like that is. That’s the kind of accolade that makes ordinary adventurers into plate hunters. I don’t know if it was luck, fate, so blessing of the gods, or whatever else, but that was the reward we were given. Credit to the Heroes, they resisted the temptation. They led us back instead of slitting our throats. They didn’t bring us back to the surface with them, though. They left us there, saying that true heroes saved themselves. Such bullshit.

I didn’t even mind, though. With our new caps and the accolades, it would only be a matter of ti. That night, after the Heroes left, that is when things started to go wrong. Lerith asked for my accolade. He argued that since his magic enhanced both of us, it would make more sense for him to have it. I agreed, of course. I didn’t even question it, so I gave it to him.

Months passed, and we both grew stronger. Increasing in level—and in ans this ti. The others began to truly resent us for it. Lerith...began to change. He grew crueler. He stopped healing the others, no matter how much they offered to pay, saying that if they were against us, they deserved whatever horrible fate happened to them. The only one who could have stopped what was coming would have been Arden, but Lerith had started bribing him, I think. Besides, that asshole wouldn’t save his own child from a sli.

I changed too, and I fully shared Lerith’s sentint about the others. They were beneath , not worthy of my aid. It wasn’t like they had helped when I’d needed it.

Quickly enough, I shot up to level twenty-five, focusing entirely on combat. It helped. Legendary Jack, though, cos with an even longer waiting period than True Jack does. It’s not tied to skills, rcifully, just ti spent dithering at level twenty-five. Regardless, I could go no further. Not for another few years.

Lerith had no such limitation. As his powers grew, the changes he could make beca more and more extre. Lacking equipnt, he gave us both natural weapons. My nails beca razor-sharp claws, and a jacket of armored scales grew to cover from shoulders to my toes. I didn’t even need to wear clothes anymore, which was a great boon. One less thing to pay to have replaced. Brutal, twisted ram’s horns sprouted from my head, like those of a demon, and my mouth was filled with fangs so sharp that it beca difficult to talk without chewing my tongue to ribbons.

Lerith was modeling after Annaret herself, of course. I didn’t know it then. My father had never taken to so much as a single temple, despite having been nad after a god. The other Brightsiders surely realized what Lerith was making into, but they said nothing. They were too afraid. I didn’t notice the way they had started hiding in their shelters whenever we were around. Like I said, they were beneath . I didn’t find out what Lerith was doing to them until later.

The changes he was making to my body were so...inhuman...that he needed to experint. He couldn’t risk damaging , let alone himself, so he used others for his tests, those considerably less willing. If I had known what he had been doing, I would have killed him for it. Once he was silver, the resistance of a lesser awakened didn’t matter so much, nor did consent. The changes started lasting longer and longer...

I’m getting ahead of myself again. I didn’t know any of this at the ti.

Despite the ways he was twisting my body, I still loved him. I did, however, begin to doubt. As for why...

Our progress was slow, you see? There were only two of us, after all.

Lerith started pushing to abandon my chance at a legendary class. He said that I didn’t need it and that it was a waste because I wouldn’t even qualify for specializations anyway. He wanted to just pick sothing now and join him at silver. That way, neither of us would have to spend another second trapped in the dark.

Now, I had been there for years longer than him, so a few more months of saving made no difference to , but Lerith had beco convinced that the Heroes of Wix were going to return to take our plates from us. At least, that was the most common excuse he gave for his impatience. He tried to make afraid that people would take what I’d earned. In other words, he was trying to teach to fear everyone but him.

As I said, I finally began to see it.

I didn’t wake up completely, but I did co to my senses enough to ask him to return my accolade. I could make just as much use of it as he could, I argued, and we didn’t really need the power. We just needed ti.

He disagreed, and when I pressed him, he got angry. Scread at . Said that by even asking, I had betrayed his trust. Said that he would leave , even if it ant he had to stay trapped there for a thousand years.

Terrified at the thought of being alone again, I...

It shas to say it, but I apologized. I fell back into line. I told myself that I was the one who was wrong, that I was just being a selfish little girl, for all that I looked like the embodint of power, sex, and violence.

Things...continued, falling back into routine.

Despite all of it, I still loved him, and both of us acted like nothing had happened. The illusion hadn’t been shattered. For that, it took waking up one day to find him gone, along with not just the accolades, but also all the money we’d worked together to save.

I didn’t need to check with Arden to know that Lerith had returned to the surface. I knew exactly how much money we’d had. As of the day before, it had been enough...for one.

I scread. I scread, and I scread, and I scread. I tore apart the scraps of pathetic furniture with which we’d filled our cave, then started carving furrows into the bare stone walls. I was so angry. Not just with him. With myself.

He’d fooled , just like he’d fooled the Heroes of Wix. He needed my help, and he’d manipulated to get it.

Once my rage burned out, I was devastated. I just lay there, crying and crying in my twisted body over the betrayal. I swore vengeance. Swore to never be fooled, never to let anyone in ever again.

I told you I was a fool. I like to think I’m less of one now.

I dragged myself back together.

Over the following weeks, my body slowly began to shift back to how I had been. Without Lerith there to block the pain, the changes were an agony, but even that hurt less than learning of the things that he’d done. I found the bodies out in the chasm, so of them half-eaten by monsters. The man whose legs he’d twisted to bend the wrong way. The woman whose skull had grown into her brain like the bristles of a hedgehog...

Others...

Eventually, my scales fell out, revealing pink and tender skin. I didn’t wait for the horns to do the sa. I sawed those off myself. The other changes faded too, thank the gods. The frivolous ones. My height, the shape of my eyes, of my nose, my jaw. If those had stayed, I think it would have broken . I know it doesn’t make sense, but losing my freckles would have hurt more than keeping the claws.

Ti passed. No one spoke to , though I think they might have eventually. I had no interest in speaking to anyone. I went out into the chasm, alone. I hunted. I took risks. I raged. I despaired. For a year.

Finally, I scrounged up enough to pay off Arden, and then I left. Just like Lerith. Just like all the others before .

I could have stayed. I wasn’t silver yet, but I would have been eventually. I could have been the hero the others needed, freeing them from the life in which they’d been trapped and atoning for so of the hurt that Lerith and I had caused. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t strong enough. So I ran.

Like my father, I wandered, never staying long enough to be tied down. I unlocked my class at last and joined the Guild, taking jobs to make my way through the world, just as he’d done. I made money, spent it, lost it, gave it away. I never tried to build a life. Never let myself move on. I was just existing. Helping people, but only if it wouldn’t leave feeling responsible. Not if it would leave tied down.

It took a while to even realize what I was doing, and even longer to...

There’s...one last piece of this to tell, before I finish. Rember how I swore vengeance? Well, I never found Lerith, but that didn’t an I didn’t try.

A few years ago, I got a clue. In a small village outside of llofield, I found a man with the sa ram’s horns that I’d worn. Only, his wouldn’t go away. They wouldn’t stop growing. He had to file them just to be able to lift his head, and his body was wasting away to fuel their relentless growth. I tried healing him, but that only made the horns grow back even faster.

Lerith had gotten his wish. He’d finally learned to make the changes permanent, though there were clearly a few issues he needed to solve with the process...

Two days later, while I was still trying to help the villager, one of El’s Chosen showed up and snapped the wretched man’s neck. Then he left, taking the corpse of the so-called demon with him. The Chosen wouldn’t listen when I tried to tell him about Lerith, and when I persisted, he threatened to execute as a demon worshiper.

Yes, I know. I’ve got no problem with El—or any of the gods, really, if they even exist—but so of the Chosen can be a bit...yeah.

I moved on, continuing my search. I heard dozens of rumors, though it was hard to sort what was real from all the nonsense. Everyone has a cousin who swears he knows a man with hair like porcupine quills, or claims to have seen blue-skinned won swimming naked in the sea. Awakened complicate everything. I almost gave up hope, started to doubt the trail I was following was even Lerith’s, but then I started hearing his na.

I doubt Lerith decided to call himself the Fleshsinger, but the coincidence was just too big to ignore.

His family na, his class, what he did, the way he did it...

I never found another victim alive, or even a body. Not thanks to El and his Chosen. They were on Lerith’s trail even harder than I was, though they thought he was an agent of the hells, not a man. In his case, with the way the rumors grew, I’m not sure there’s a distinction.

One day, though, the rumors stopped. I don’t know if El’s Chosen caught up to Lerith, or if he got snapped up by a Citizen and squirreled away sowhere, financed and equipped to conduct his experints in secret. I had been denied my vengeance.

I was angry, and hurt, and guilty, and...

Vengeance is worthless. It took a long ti to realize that. I gave it up. I returned to my wandering. And then, one day, on the road to Fel Sadanis, adrift and in the company of a band of murderers, I bumped into this awkward, bizarre, adorable little puppy...

Sorry. I shouldn’t joke. I need to thank you, Rain.

I was almost ready, I think. I just needed a push, and you were just so helpless that you were the breaking point. When I left you there at the Guild that first ti... Rember my fight with Halgrave when I ca back for you? I was furious with him for his carelessness, but I was even more furious with myself.

I’d done it again. Repeated the cycle.

You were helpless, trapped in a place that was going to eat you alive. I know it’s not a fair comparison, but I left you there. Abandoned you. Because I wasn’t strong enough. I haven’t forgiven myself. I’m not sure I ever will. I’m not sure I can.

But you did...

So...

So, thank you.