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| Related to | The Way Home | ||
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The past two years haven't gone easy on us. I got used to disgrace and sorrow as soon as I joined the Blades. The first news I ever had, during my recovery, were the deaths of my brothers. The agents... they were slaughtered by the dozen, at the hands of the Dominion. And my wounds condemned me to bedrest, unable to walk, to help.
The bad news never ceased. I started mourning the loss of my comrades daily, until it spilled over to our home. I know it is not going to end anytime soon. We're forced to sit tight, twiddling our thumbs, in the Temple, by an Emperor too afraid to take the fight to the aggressors. I sit shaking every night, waiting for the Empire to drown its last days in blood. And yet... is it so foolish, on this day of bloodshed, to still have hope?
I met Raaslan this morning, before the alarm rang. It was just the two of us -- he saw fit to tell me a secret. Were he to fall in battle, he said he wants me to take Glenroy's blade - the ancient artifact of our order. He has too much confidence in my abilities. In that respect, he's just like my father. But his words took me by surprise, and ignited my will to fight on. Even now, as I write to help the hours pass, I can't stop smiling. It's the first smile these halls have seen in months. I barely feel the hunger and the thirst.
This could be the end of us. But maybe, after this siege, it will be all over. So much has changed since I first crossed the gates of Cloud Ruler, dying and covered in Thalmor blood. I'm sure I can still help... somehow, I know mine was the right choice.