I can't remember anything. I woke up in a temple. They told me what happened, but it's all a blur. I don't believe them. They told me we were ambushed; threatened.
They told me that I… I'd…
I don't believe them.
I can feel the scar on my back. It's too deep.
And I can see… I can see you there…
I can't deny it any longer.
Stan. Finn. Karsh. They saved me. I owe them my life, in every sense of the word.
When I sleep, I wake up, screaming, from dreams I can't recall. My days are spent in a fog. They say when you, when you've been to the other side, that you can see those who've passed. I can't believe it… no, I won't… not you… you can't be… you just can't!
If I'd known, I never would have left, never!
I'm so sorry. If I'd just stayed home, you wouldn't have- maybe I could have done something. And what about Mother? And my brothers? What are they to do now? Father, if there were any time I needed your help, it would be now. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. And now they're telling us to take the prison term! Is there any other way out of this? These damn lawyers, they do nothing. Either that, or they've been paid off. God's damn them! I need to find Lady Storm. Maybe she can help, maybe, maybe the Harpers… I don't know where else to turn, or who to trust. We are all in terrible danger.