"Everyone leaves you Lorentino its what they do." I don't know whats worse, that while I was speaking the words I heard it in my head as Valrya's voice, or that even when I refered to myself it was with my made up last name (its funny now people just assume I was born with it and not that I made it up entirely, I guess that's what happens after three hundred years).
"Oh great I get this talk, well thats good glad to see my crazy is going for low blows." I don't know why I responded, other than that I was truely crazy and it was nice to have a conversation even if it was with myself. I'd been riding out of Dolak for a couple days now, the talking to myself had been internal for the last day, today was when it got vocal.
"You're Aunt left you, I left you, Malcyr left you, noticing a pattern." The voice referred to itself as Valrya, I guess it makes sense.
"Two of those people are dead? One of them I killed myself, yeah the pattern is that I'm dangerous," A pattern that remains true to this day. I learned my lesson never keep anyone close to you who can be used against you/hurt by you. Well its what I claim anyway, truth be told I'm a hard man to know, and a harder man to like.
"Two of those people you killed, or you don't blame your aunt on yourself because you want to think it was all me? You killed her the second you met her."
"I wish I could hit you without hitting myself." I rode in silence for a bit (its weird having an argument with yourself, because uhh you can't do it without feeling like utter shit house crazy person, weirder still when you have to stop talking because you're mad, you're mad at yourself...) I probably would have kept riding in silence had we err I (even now without the problem I had back then I tend to think of myself as +1 during those days) spotted the burnt out remains of a couple houses. We were technically still in Ronerawth though pretty close to the border, I would have written it off as a consequence of the war if the fires weren't still burning along with the bodies.
"Fresh kills." Valrya's voice again.
"Yeah most likely magic, you can't set a house on fire and cook people outside of it like this without some kind of flame weapon." They have weapons like this now you can use, I saw them, big bulky things that are utterly worthless in a real fight, especially since a fire thrower could easily cook your ass without carrying the fuel, but the fuel makes it way funnier.
"Could have been archers, I staged a set up like that once." You have no idea how creepy it is for your own self to claim credit for killing someone else did, I mean I had the memories, but the voice knew them better (this should have been my first clue that well I wasn't simply crazy, I mean I was crazy, but not that crazy).
"Whoever did this, we better find them before they do it again."
"Why? You aren't the law, you are actually about as far from law as things can get, honestly Lorentino, you should just let this one pass, you have bigger problems, my children all won't be idiots like Shira, and they'll be coming for you now that they realize you're after them."
"I'm tasked with killing dangerous magic users thats what this is!"
"Whatever, when you're burning to death we'll revisit this conversation again." Honestly no one ever gives me credit ever! Least of all me, I think I have self esteem issues. At the very least this whole situation would give me a taste of two things to come, people worshipping the fire god and a real honest to go woman who I wasn't related to or had tricked me into being her servant (I was willingly her servant... err wait that sounds worse).
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