Page 150 of Interitus

Such a sweet pain to exist knowing I did that.

I tore us apart and all because I couldn’t let go.I couldn’t let her live her life for who she was.

Perhaps, if I’m honest, I tried to control her.To make her into what I deemed fit.Yes, I think that is the heart of this.It was always about control.

Of the narrative.The truth.And the lies we wove.And last, of fate and futures and all the free will in the realms.

Though if you recall, I did confess… Maybe you weren’t listening.

I told you I didn’t leave this entirely to fate.Itoldyou I intended to rewrite this story, and even though it didn’t have the ending I wanted, it did have the right one.

I was the architect of this mess.Spun a story of my innocence and martyrdom when in reality, I am a hypocrite believing in free will while bending possibility to fit my own ends.

I thought an ocean separated us: Interitus wanted to tear down the system and rebuild it by force.

But my crime wasn’t so different.I controlled the system from within, all while quietly calling it fate.

Ironic that we spent eternity denying others free will all in the name of believing in it.

Perhaps if I’d just let go, things would be different.

But I was lonely, born with a missing piece that no void ever filled.Not even Gellara, not really.Oh, I loved her, deeply too.But a piece of my soul was missing.

I started this story with a lie.But I’m ending it with a truth.

My last truth, of sorts.Perhaps if I whisper it, you can carry it to the dark with you.

All I ever wanted was a sister, a sibling, a friend.

I found love at first.

Then I found loss.

And last, I found betrayal.

But ultimately, I also found my twin flame, my everlasting, my missing piece.I’m not lonely anymore.

And that, my friend, will always be divine.