The man’s words were as deep and dark as midnight

Pantheon above save him, he might care for the woman more than he'd ever bargained for. The brash and unfashionable Wraith had lived up to her word from New Dortam. She had stolen his heart after all.

He was going to burn them.
He was going to burn them alive.
He could do it. He would do it. He must do it. This was his destiny now as the Empire's monster. And what good was a monster if it could not be made useful for killing?

You won’t ever have everyone love you, just as you won’t have everyone hate you. find the right people to love you and return the hatred of others with ambivalence or hatred of your own.

I am going to go into this world, and I don't care if you and your narrow mind cannot be a part of it.

I told you this would never be easy, I warned you. I begged you to spare my heart if you weren’t ready for this fight.