I wanted to cry. After a long time I felt this deep urge to cry like a small baby and bang my hands and feet on the ground and scream like a crazy, mad person.
The night was, well, nothing less than horrific and a terrible one. Getting Valek angry at me because of my own mistake, brought this sadness, sorrow and despair in myself. I felt a lot of uneasiness inside me. In the middle of the night, I reached a point where I questioned my own new identity. Was this all worth it?
I was unable to keep a single friend with me in my new life, when in the becoming-a-soul stage I had thought that I would be making dozens of them. Was I a fool? Was I only trying to accomplish an inconceivable dream and it was a crazy person's crazy dream?
