Diary: Page Eleven
Apr. 21st, 2006 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shosenI'm a murderer.
Seems strange, saying it now when the Horde made me a killer almost the moment I woke, but there always seemed to be a difference before. Revenge, honour, protection, defence, something I could cling to, even if it was simply that they had no reason to expect anything else from me.
She thought we were trying to help her. Her name was Thersa Windsong; she came to the Apothecaries for help, and I killed her for them. I killed her, and then I walked calmly outside of the Undercity as through nothing was wrong, as though an ally hadn't just been sacrificed in the name of the New Plague.
I broke when I reached the gates of the city: summoned Vinegarra and just rode. To the Plaguelands, through them, past suffering animals, mindless Scourge, and all the devastation of that first Plague. I didn't stop until I reached an Argent Dawn camp far on the inside.
Light's Hope Chapel, and the irony of that just made me want to burn the place to the ground. But I didn't. Instead, I huddled in the corner and wept like a child.
Seems strange, saying it now when the Horde made me a killer almost the moment I woke, but there always seemed to be a difference before. Revenge, honour, protection, defence, something I could cling to, even if it was simply that they had no reason to expect anything else from me.
She thought we were trying to help her. Her name was Thersa Windsong; she came to the Apothecaries for help, and I killed her for them. I killed her, and then I walked calmly outside of the Undercity as through nothing was wrong, as though an ally hadn't just been sacrificed in the name of the New Plague.
I broke when I reached the gates of the city: summoned Vinegarra and just rode. To the Plaguelands, through them, past suffering animals, mindless Scourge, and all the devastation of that first Plague. I didn't stop until I reached an Argent Dawn camp far on the inside.
Light's Hope Chapel, and the irony of that just made me want to burn the place to the ground. But I didn't. Instead, I huddled in the corner and wept like a child.