19th of august 1839

it’s not fair! i’m not to blame. i’ve been manipulated by that demon. he played my guilty conscience and duped me into facing the shadow alone. that vile, conspiring man. he expects me to meet my death as he steals power beyond imagination?

alexander, i will kill you for what you have done. if only the shadow had caught me in london or algeria, i wouldn’t have to suffer this humiliation. you made me a murderer, a monster!

and now, i merely await my death. i'm too weak to press on. i can hardly stand as my knees fail me, i cannot see, as my eyes are dressed in tears. i'm as broken as the men i've tortured. if only i could wipe my fear away as we did with them.