Every choice you made, you did so on your own accord. I offered; you picked. Proudly defiant, foolishly misguided, easily manipulated. How many paid your consequence, before you did? I told you: I keep my promises. Their deaths hang on your neck. Let that be your crowning achievement.
They laid down their lives to fuel yours. And for what? Crumbling tents in the mud? Empty promises of glory? Of revolution? The thief that would be king; the killer that would be saviour -how could you ever save anyone, when you could not even save yourself? Behind your rousing rhetoric, it was always selfishness that drove you. So predictable. So human.
You always boasted of the permanence of your actions. Now, not a year has passed, and your name is buried and forgotten, your upstart attempt at immortality naught but an unknown tale of grandiose failure. You have suffered your three deaths. Body, memory, name. The world you sought to burn has burned away your existence.
I remember you, still. I remember you as I remember every one before you; as I will remember every one after you. You named me your sworn enemy. I named you a nuisance. Yet in you, I saw potential. Potential wasted away, burned to ash by your ill-controlled hatred. I could have given you the tools to accomplish all you wanted, and more. I could have given you the flame. Yet, in me, you saw an adversary.
You scorned me in life. I remember you in death. My word to you has been kept.
I was ready to die.
If only you had listened.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
