The nail in the coffin

When I made the pact with Nightshade, I knew I intended my membership to demonstrate a desire to protect. I knew that I was taking that step to be able to secure the safety of my people. I don't have many people I can call family. How can I? The Light robbed me of so much, robbed so many people of their lives and their dreams and hopes. But even in that incandescent doom that took away everything that we built, I am one of the remnants. And that has to account for something.
 
I want to think that it was a call to duty, a chance to make sure that I was willing to do what was necessary to outlast and survive, to push the legacy of Laxan past the threats that plagued all of Norvrandt. That, in the end, if there even is one, Laxan would be there.
 
When Lowri decried me and told me that I was foolish and caught up in the ignorance of our ancestors, ignoring me for so many days following my joining with the organization, I still dreamed that she would come to understand my intentions. Lo, I even wished for that as well, with the full strength of my heart, that she would come to her senses and learn why I did what I did.
 
But nothing, none of this, none of my desire would help me understand where I am now.
 
Nightshade is a lie.