I arrived annoyed. Seeking answers, with out which I can not understand how this question exists. There is death in the air and I am not the cause of it. I failed to consider the depts these people would go, to avoid their consequences. Before me proof, the villagers will do anything.
They took his blood for their own in the hope it would protect them. My Witness had done his job to well. Every retelling I am sure leading to his end. They believe that there was something about him I could not destroy. So desperate were they, none asked why they could kill him.
With his bones in their hands, hope, fear, and rage in their eyes. They have convince themselves they can take me apart with his pieces. That they can have some kind of revenge, in place of all I have taken from them. They should know some things, like their lives, can not be replaced.