Avevo Joscelin, il mio Compagno Perfetto, la bussola su cui era fisso il mio cuore.
Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.
I know what you are. I've always known from the beginning, Kushiel's Chosen. It is folly, to make claim on one whom the gods have marked for their own. And unlike the others, I am no fool, to grasp at that which burns to the touch. What you have give...
It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.
We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen.
