No Purer Artist Exists Or Has Ever

For We Are All Bound In Stories, And As The Years Pile Up They Turn To Stone, Layer Upon Layer, Building Our Lives.

You Always Fashioned Yourself As The Empire's Harshest Fist, Didn't You, Korbolo Dom? As If Cruelty's A Virtue.

I Was Needed, But I Myself Did Not Need. I Had Followers, But Not Allies, And Only Now Do I Understand The Difference. And It Is Vast.

Name None Of The Fallen, For They Stand In Our Place, And Stand There Still In Each Moment Of Our Lives. Let My Death Hold No Glory, And Let Me Die Forgotten And Unknown. Let It Not Be Said That I Was One Among The Dead To Accuse The Living.

When You've Burned The Bridges Behind You, Don't Go Starting A Fire On The One In Front Of You.