It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to go so wrong. And it was all my fault. I let the mask consume me. I let the prospect of the Azran’s treasure completely take over my mind.
Hershel…
I can’t face the town. I can’t face his family. He’s gone and I’m the only one to blame. If I had just let go of that stupid mask, everything would have been fine. But no, he’s gone…
He was hanging on for dear life over that chasm; hanging on to my hand. He kept screaming at me to let go of the mask and give him my other hand, but I couldn’t. I wanted to with everything in me, but it’s like it wouldn’t let me; like it was controlling me.
Well I suppose it was in a way.My entire life was focused on the Azran.
‘No risk, no glory’ I said.
Those risks weren’t taking.
And now I’ve lost the most glorious thing I had.
I’m sorry Hershel…
I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.