Black Blade Halted
I was crushed under her, engulfed. And I couldn't muster the energy to fight anymore.
Why bother? There is no point trying. No light for me. No reason to fight her. She was right, after all.
Whatever could tolerate me weak, merciful.. was long dead. They'd all judge me.
Hate me if they saw this spineless wretch I am, weeping like a woman.
They came though, urging me to fight. Why? My pet, my political ally, and my victim and one-time would-be killer.
They just wanted me to be their monster. She told me so, and I knew she was right.
And then one I couldn't neatly fit into dismissal spoke.
"I love your weaknesses too, I just hadn't realized you didn't know that."