It is not that I cannot fathom living in this world, if anything I want to live in it. Even now when it's hard to do so, I still want to survive.
But sometimes, what pulls me down and makes me weak is the nagging sensation at the back of my mind that tells me they could be right… that maybe, they were never wrong to condemn me in the first place.
- Vinnandra the Hateful
Truth be told, when she read the letter from this witch-spy, or whatever it was he or she decided to call his or her self, something cold snapped inside her.
She had been used oh so terribly, and now she was tired of it…tired of being used.
But along with that realisation, the burden of all her secrets became too profound, and honestly, just way too much for her.
