I am haunted by my sins. In visions I see what I have done; what my hands have wrought. Or perhaps they are sins yet to come, divined in confusion. I am not certain anymore. The red specter follows my footsteps whilst the grave calls. The claws of death are on my shoulders, eager to claim me among the ashes.
My past is cast in shadow, and my future uncertain. All I can do, nay what any man can do is forge ahead. I walk in the glory of the light, seeking absolution. Perhaps in justice shall come liberation, and in liberation? Truth.
-Varyc, The Crowned Tower.