"With months and years passing as days, my teacher has long been away from my side. I have more power than near anyone I have ever as so much spoken to. I help those I find and have done so diligently and with much purpose, and yet.. my mind still feels the pain. Like an evil spirit attached to my being, laboriously causing grief and sadness. As though the loss of my former master was not true, and instead she haunts me from somewhere, willing misery and melancholy. The more I think of it the more anger I feel grow in my breast.

More than that though, as I go about my ways, I see others, happier but more lost than they could know, as they go about their lives, ignorant of the litany and excessive violence gracing the world in whole. Any one person may only get a glimpse of the sliver which exists at large, and, thusly, declare it to be no large manner. It is an organism though and for them sizing it up by glimpsing at the shadow it leaves behind proves nothing. The farther the light, the smaller the shadow, but the body does not change. It exists still. As I go about I feel loss in my heart and a hole for which there is no piece I know of to patch the wound. The nights are getting colder, and the smiles softer. I can bring peace though, I can make it better, I can be free of guilt if I can make up for it. It has only been two years, I need more time. That is when my soul will heal, when it can see the world worth healing for."