I felt the knife pierce her chest. In that moment,
everything I had done since Teta died caught up to me.
For the better part of my life, I have been used by others.
I have been merely a tool in another person's plans...
Oh, now I realize what I have done...as I used more and
more people for my own purposes I have become what I hated...
Now, as I backed away, she fell on her side...the life gone
from her features. I backed away, dropping the knife...
All this time...what have I been doing? Is it revenge?
Is it just power? It must be...for my revenge on the
Beoulves has long since passed...
And now I have power! Ramza never used anyone for anything
in his life, and where did it get him...? I played for
power, and I got it...but in doing that, the chance to
exact my revenge on those who used me...I have lost my sense
of humanity, of honor, and I believe, my very soul.
For how can a man with a soul murder the woman he loves?
But I have power...! I can get my revenge on those who would
use me! The Beoulves, Larg, Goltana, all gone. But what did
he get, fighting for what was right...?
I walked over to the far side of the ruins...and asked
myself...
Ramza...
What did you get?