There’s no exaltation in killing for gold.
There is only one way to free yourself of guilt. Embrace your sins.
Set a thief to catch a thief.
Please do not fear for me. I have no fear myself. The old monsters are gone. The old curses have echoed to silence. And if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain.
One loses relevance if one doesn’t change with the times.
Once you get used to something, why bother? It’s just repetition.
Old wounds don’t hurt.
Not all deaths are the tragedies we think they should be.
Is this what it is to go mad? Your darkest fears made manifest before your eyes?
I’ve tasted success, sir, and it’s a meal I now wish to devour.
I write in hope that one day you will answer me and that everything can again be like it was… Though I know that can never be.
I would rather be the corpse I was than the man I am.
