Selfish. Uncompromising. A ruiner of integrity.
Weaponize, weaponize, weaponize.
Is grief love or is grief this chain around my neck, doomed to weigh me down into the sea I wished only to sail?
I loved, I loved, I love; I spilled blood like roses in the name of you and yours and I would do it over, a thousand times over, thousand times more; choices, choices - my friend, I chose you.
She gasps as she forces herself to look away from her reflection in the water. Staring down into the pool, leaving her alone with herself and her thoughts, would only drive her further into madness. Further into the memories that she did not wish to confront before she marches into Angmar.
She is a weapon first and foremost - she is the halberd and the cavalry of The Host Palantine. She is the Second Autarch and her duty comes first. Right now, she thinks to herself as the shadow of Ram Duath falls upon her, my duty is to Amathlan. Let him not weary. Let him know we are coming.
