I was speaking with Ishuri the other day, and we discussed a few things.
How certain recent events had developed. How I had once again jumped the
gun, and was all too happy to use my weapons. After this discussion I
retired to the forge to think some things over while pounding out the
impurities in the red-hot steel.

I came to a conclusion, all my life I have been driven by one thing. A
lust for power, a lust so strong that it overrode reason, and logic. A
lust so strong I have felt hatred for friends as much as enemies. I
cannot begin to describe what I began to feel, though I think shame
comes the closest to it.

I have apologised before, and it's never made me feel any better or like
I want to change. So I am simply going to say, I am grateful you have
not had to experience the madness that I have had to, and I offer you
condolences that you even had to catch a glimpse of it in my eyes.

To those thirteen people whom I slew not a month ago, I can never ask
you to forgive me. But I would like to ask you how I can at least make
the hate go away. Thank you.

Murad Amaratha

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lleian, in the year 109 MA.