If I could kill them again I would, once was not enough. I wish I could have rip their souls from their bodies and cast them down, straight to hell. There is a bitter taste between this ivory jaw and I want to devour something to be rid of it. I can not shake the notion that they won something by taking me off my path. That even though all I have left is this indivisible skeleton, they still found more to take. It is a shame that death is a revenge I can only visit once upon them. Their acts have not only quicken their end it has changed my position to the pieces in play. The plan must change but the goals, my work remains the same