In two hours, I undid two years. I want to justify it. I want to say I did it for Honorine. For Kal. Like I did when we were in the sewers. Even for Ushen and freeing his soul. But now, with the frequency with which I apply that logic, the only justification I have is...
Is it wrong to say I believe this to be right? That I believed it to be the best path available to my comrades and I? Torm's regret, but his calm acceptance is something I'll never forget, especially now that I've been pulled so much further from him. The scent of fear. Taste of terror. The old sensations returned, all of them I'd tried to deny for so long. All of them so vile, yet so undeniably effective. Necessary? Maybe. Circumstances were dire. I don't know if I could have overcome that monster alone. One beam would have been my doom. Atka may have fared better. Kal as well. But what if they hadn't?
Angus told me he would find his hatred, but he would keep himself. What must I find? What am I going to lose?
And all the while, I wait. I wait for the exact moment in which he'll try to enslave me. Enslave Zora. Orion. Any of the others. Nothing he does is without conspiracy. Nothing he does does not carry value to his designs. Every move calculated. Every word meticulously placed. We underestimated him once, and we paid the terrible price. Now I work beside him at the behest of my god, of my own volition, because there is a greater threat approaching. Yet I wonder after what just occurred which is the greater threat: that which is coming, or that which is immediate?
The thought of my daughter taking up this weapon...he put that image in my head. Put that idea there knowing the damage it would do. Knowing the pain it would cause. Everything I do, I do to keep her from him. From Hell. She has to make it to the paradise I'm moving further and further from with every second. Obliteration is coming in several forms, and I will do everything in my power to keep her from that as well. Sacrifice my very soul, if that's what it takes. And perhaps it will.
Forgive me, Torm. Keep me on your path. I'll try. I'll try with all my might. Even if the attempt leaves me destroyed. At least I will have lived as the man I chose to be, despite the monster he would make me.