Unstoppable

Where to begin...
 
The climb was treacherous. With Takuma wounded there was nothing else to do but carry him; the fox had a few tricks up his sleeve though. A small piece of magic when my own failed. I may be imagining things but I feel as if he's, perhaps not becoming moral, but maybe he's doing this whole quest for a little bit more than his own gain.
 
I feel as if I've been placed in one of the very same stories I loved so much. A walk through a dark cavern, a revelation in the fact the Other King is creating archetypes in our image. And now we're stuck in some moral tale of old. To fight your demons or be assigned to repeat this day evermore.
 
And throughout all of this I feel just as strange as always. I begun this quest feeling as if I couldn't do anything but now I'm getting worried that I CAN do anything. I managed to teleport a fully grown animal and, despite my arm, climb up a collapsing mountain with two companions on my back. I can't fail! I'm tempted to think it's my father watching out for me (it only makes sense) but I feel as if fate is guiding my course. They always said Leonglings were better than others and perhaps we are? Everything we have accomplished has been because of me; Takuma and, especially, Caerbhall feel like props to still my ego but instead their failures and my successes only fuel it. I hate this, I don't want to feel like this... but the thoughts are growing louder and louder. This time loop is just another easy challenge for me to conquer. I don't imagine I will even need to turn my full attention towards it to suceed.
 
But success breeds demons, or so the tales say. I can't sleep for visions of that battle. The blood, the carnage. The horrible desire to rip through my enemies with my sword, soaking myself in their blood. Should I feel this way? Is my restraint slipping? For once, it would be helpful to talk to Caerbhall. Ah, Caer... I'm still torn on whether I feel betrayed or not. He ran off to some temple to find himself. Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised. None of Magden's choices seem to be living up to what he tells me their value is. The only people of worth on this quest are Magden and Jen. Brave, foolish old Magden. I don't know if he will ever recover fully but I need him, to guide me. At least I haven't been so consumed with arrogance that I can still admit that. Jen is... something else. A person I wish to continue travelling with. She's remarkable, a real boon.
 
I was too harsh, on Takuma and Caerbhall. Takuma has talked us out of more situations than I can count and Caer is... damaged. I hope he finds the help he needs but I don't see him ever being able to rejoin the Company. And perhaps that is for the best.
 
And lastly, Palatine, the cloak. A strange thing... I didn't expect my clothes to have minds of their own. Now, I must go. I have a battle to win. I already have a plan, one worthy of the battles of the past. We don't need fate, or magic. All we need is myself to cleave through this enemy, like usual. It's almost frustrating! Magden promised us struggle, something to dread. But I would fight the Other King tomorrow; another lazy swing of my sword will end this 'great threat' everyone seems so needlessly worried about. I'm Martin. I can do anything.