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?