Slow your breathing… rhythmic. Listen to the simpleton snore. Everyone must believe. You can’t tell them, they can’t understand. The pain… it’s constant now. The soul being pulled to an impossible task. Melchior must die. You have to. There is no other way now.
Hide it. The pain. You are Balthazar the Blue. They can never see it. Ashamed. Lessened. They need you.
Quietly. Quickly. The words. Known. Prepared. Invisible. The others would never see, but the elf… vigilant. Did anyone notice? Quiet. Listen. Nothing.
I should tell them. Even fools understand pain. The priest, the goblin, the dead woman. Fools. Good fools. My fools? Protective? That is new. I will have to think more on that later.
No. I can’t tell them. Too risky. What if they tried to stop me? What if they didn’t? Can’t risk it. The self-righteous paladin would never allow it. Would never forgive it.
Roll over. Quietly. Start moving. Escape.
You remember the way. Turn. Straight. Hidden Door. Still locked. Of course it is. Anyone powerful enough to unlock has the sense not to.
Release. Dispel. Open. Illusion won’t work now. I see.
Last chance. Turn back? No…. I can’t live with this pain. The only way.
Step in to the room. It can’t hurt you, yet. Caged. No need to be afraid. Stop being afraid.
Now. We Bargain.
Fools. Forgive me.