If I were a needle I would spin till dizzy, my cardinal points are many. I know each by something more true than their name. Accuser, Executioner, Bystander, Persecutor, Judge, these were the roles taken on the day of my hanging. They are now titles tied to them, beacons that light the way to my justice.
I did not wish to leave the Eight still laying where she came to rest. I wish my story to be told. I have no care to destroy the hope of those who have run far. In my dreams they live in fear, till I become fear realised. My death moves far to quickly for the loss of hope to cause the suffering they so richly deserve.