I wake in-dreams if I were missing then less and I greave. Mine consequential nightmare swims beyond my conscious and lurks as my memory runs rampant…to be sired for its crime by thine hand I tell, blessed hope be damned whilst I know of it and what you’ll do.
O Severyn what shall I do without ye and save thou enemy, at once regretful and haven’t even done what I must? As boys and best friends then men and companions now were it fate, that thus God whom welts my rest with events that I might be damned to prevent…and do what I prefer no knowledge of and instead mourn for your doing and give it cause…justifying this evil you’ll be driven from your head…
Had the devil visit me I could ask for a day of miracles and divest my new weary soul, and so I would freely to stay my fair hand…one King whom of all Lords rely on his purpose to save this land from impurities and most of all itself. Men of such wickedness has death caused neutral, and looking back without guilt for how forced their destiny’s were left…given unto mine judgment thence and whence are thee am I to carry out thus same sentence?
Truly I am torn and wish hardly that I could turn, and base my blind eye on a bias journey to first have me stray from my duty… But were I to tether ye to another’s law could I watch and do nothing without them knowing whom they murder after thy most heinous crime? Can I turn…*he bows his head and covers this face, sharing his strife with his tears come an unbidden glum* will I trust my eyes on a stranger and not thereafter hold my empathy at court, marring my duty whilst scarring my renown?
Hence I am truly lost…
Run my friend, never to return until I have damned myself beyond redemption. Hide long enough for me to join you considered like or much worse. But until now, forces greater than our lone desires separate us.
Farewell…and remember mine crown upon thy erection…
*Whence they embrace and one leaves, whilst the other left in yon dark passage*
