What I thought would be a rather grand event of me screwing up people's lives and ambitions and everything ended up as the opposite of what I hoped. Basically, I ended up being their plaything.
And I felt so used because of that. What made it worse was that their emotions stayed with them but mine clearly did not.
Didn't that make me the inferior one?
Actually, how come I was wondering about their feelings anyway? Was I jealous? No, I didn't think I was. This was something different. Something… new.
No wait, if my senses are different, than that means maybe my emotions are different as well. It's definitely possible. I chomped on some thick red meat as I read a particularly interesting tale of a death knight fighting a colossal dragon. Death knights were half-dead minotaur demons who could wield giant axes and fight for days.
"So, when do we leave?"
"Probably tomorrow," I said. "I wanted her to stay here at least a night."
