He came to me this eve. He came to the house in which I live. I will not call it my home, for I have none. There is no single place in which I can claim my heart resides. There is no place in which I feel I truly belong.
He came to me and we spoke, albeit breifly. He confirmed my fears. He confirmed that the words of Firui were correct; that Kazy is held captive, tortured and molested. He stated that she would either become a servant to his House, or that she would be used as an example to others.
Why can he not see the evil that he does? Why can he not see what he is becoming?
I speak the words that he does not wish to hear and he becomes angry, believing himself above reproach and his actions beyond question. What is it that has blinded him to the truth? No one is above reproach. No one is beyond question. All actions have consequences. Even the mightest of kings requires men strong of mind and spirit to speak openly and honestly to their soveriegn.
He tells me that he speaks only the truth to me and yet... and yet that in itself must be a lie. He claimed that he sought to forge peace. He claimed his intentions were noble and just. He claimed that he sought not power, but freedom. Wherein do any of these things show now? Betrayal is met with torture. opposition is met with death. He seeks to enslave a woman that she might join his cause. This is wrong, so very wrong. It is sick and twisted and corrupt.
When I looked at him, what I saw terrified me. It was all I could do not to run. There are more important matters to attend to than succumbing to my urges, however. I cannot help him if I flee his presence and regardless of what he may think of me, that is what I am trying to do. The shadows rise about him and he walks ever deeper into them, to places where I cannot follow. Already, the light has faded. Already, my words do not reach his ears. What can I do but continue to try?
Cyfier, beloved friend, come back to me.
