It wasn't his fault; they'd all told him that he was the one. They'd called him the Holy Spirit. He could've only assumed that they knew what they were talking about. They were an entire country. Who was he to disagree with their judgement? But, oh how quickly the people of Jenjol could change. And as for Ilgrin, who would've predicted he could become so wicked?
I will always love him, although his blood is on my hands. I doubt anyone has ever killed another so close to them as I have. I still feel his throat closing between my fingers. I squeezed. I squeezed and I squeezed.