Death is a different kind of love. [ One he has given, although he knows he made mistakes. He killed them. Compassion. Mercy. The Mages wouldn't have to suffer. ] World-weary, waves carry them. To the Maker, they think.

[ He doesn't seem so sure about not frightening others, he shakes his head. ]

Claws clutching, tearing open, taking over. They think I will hurt them. I'm not that. Spirit, some call demon. I want it to be spirit. That's why people are afraid. People will be afraid here too.

[ But there's a slow nod at not minding remember him. Alright, then. The others remember him too. It's alright if some remember him. ]

Vira-Lorr. She who sees. [ ... ] Cole. I took it when I became him, but never stole.