Ive worn blisters on top of blisters until my hands are bleeding.
And yet, nothing makes a difference.
I can kill until there is nothing left of me.
And still, nothing makes a difference.

I think Ive lost my direction. The inky blackness of these tombs feels more like a mire than the swamps ever did. Still, here I am. Ive exhausted my supply of salves now. And all I can think about is Fleur's teasing smile and gentle touch when she heals me. I wish she were here. I wish she would never have to come here. I wish I could stay here long enough to make sure my beautiful wife never had to endure the disgust that wells up inside from just stepping in here... or ever have to face the many horrors that lie in wait in the darkest of places in these lands.

I just want to see a light in the darkness, an end of... this. I think if I sit here long enough...
If I sit here long enough...
fight here long enough...
kill enough...
It will come.

And my blood will be insignificant. The stench of this place will be forgotten, the light will press the darkness back to thin shadow, and the children of these lands will no longer live in so much fear.

I think if I fight long enough. If we all fight long enough...