Five hundred years of silence, and now I’m expected to simply walk back into the light as if the darkness didn't claim every piece of my soul first? People speak of 'loyalty' and 'honor' as if they aren't just prettier words for the chains we choose to wear.
If you think you know me because of the mask I wear, you’ve already lost the war. I'm curious, though... does anyone else feel like they're playing a role in a play written by someone who hates them?