What do you do when the animal you trusted was just manipulating you the entire time? Everything was just a lie?
It hurts... and I'm lost, I don't know what I should do now, where I go? Of course, I was never supposed to know! Magden has been prepping me like a prime pig, up for slaughter on the market. But that's not even what hurts the most. The thing that really stings is the fact that Magden never ever really understood me. You threw accusations at me that I would never have helped, that I would have cowered as the Other King destroyed our land. But I wouldn't have, I can't promise that I wouldn't have been scared but I would have helped! I always wanted to help. I always wanted to try...
And he molded me, turned me into a warrior. A brute. He took me and twisted me into the refracted reflection of what he believes Kingship should be. What makes a King, is what Magden kept asking me? The reason I could never answer is because he didn't know himself. Nothing would have been correct because Magden is used to seeing Kings as pawns he can move across his grand chess board. And now I can't sleep for dreams of the battle. For the animals I hurt, for the carnage I caused. I'm twisting into a vile carichature of myself, arrogant, twisted, petty. A ghost who never sleeps, who drifts through the motions assigned.
I should have been stronger. I should have remained who I was. Perhaps this is all my fault after all. I'm just as useless as Magden implied, trying and failing to reach these 'ideals'. Being taught, failing. Always failing.