My caveat.. my entire reasoning for agreeing to my father's death as sacrifice to Taltos was I knew I can cheat death. I would bury my father in the sacred glade deep in the hearth of the Amberleaf Weald. The hallowed soil would rekindle his life, a life which wouldn't have been spared if the Briar King should ever break lose.

But the doing it.. the act itself was so much more than logic could encompass. I struggled to do it, you see. Every pore of me wept to be thrust in a world which required a blood payment so dear to my heart.

When I cut off his head, I did so with the sharpest blade in my reach, Lara's. And after.. I remember naught but a blinding grief, unhinging my every inner tie.. and I did scream to the unanswering night's sky, as much as my throat and lungs could manage. There is no reprieve for how I feel.. abominable no matter that I buried my dearest father so he might live. I want to believe that is my motive. I need to believe it.

What have I done? Can you not tell me, explain to me.. what have I done?

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