Well, that was quite the experience was it not, my dear future self? Have you yet managed to sort out the twilight of emotions visiting that vile tombstone of faithlessness?
I suppose I should be overjoyed at the suffering of my treacherous former vassals, or the expression on the Shogun's face as her own folly was revealed to her, or even elated that my father's name is now clear. That's how it was supposed to go, wasn't it? The mocking hypocrites finally silenced by the revelation of the truth? Their treachery revealed, the weight of their guilt crushing down upon them like a tsunami...
How many nights did such thoughts keep me warm during those dreadful early years after I first left home?
But instead I feel nothing. The truth is out, my song is sung, my hated people are suffering exactly as I hoped. I am vindicated, my vengeance is achieved and yet it all seems so...banal. Why? Didn't I want this?
I suppose my years on the road must have cooled my rage and blunted my hate, even towards the miserable peons I once called friends. Even still though... this apathy is unlike me.
What's changed? And when?