July 15, 3004
Ecliptic Home, Maunhiem, Lennox
I used to think what I did was right; that killing King was what this world needed. He was doing a dangerous thing. He should have known at some point somebody would stand up. They all look at me like I am a cold-blooded murderer, but I am not. I did what I did for the good of the People, not for selfish reasons. They will never understand. But I never expected them to. They are but sheep following a willful shepherd, laying down their lives for bloodied hopes of human-nature returning to what it once was. I started this, yes. But it has grown into a monster I had never intended to free. I will admit my forces are becoming too ruthless for even my liking. They kill without discrimination; and now it is brother against brother. I could say something, but then they would see me as a false monarch, and then this war would be pointless. All this death would be pointless.
And I cannot allow that.