Regret [ADDED]

[Lud]

Regret
by Bradas Serayn

I have stood before the braying minions of Sheogorath and the blood-stained altars of Molag Bal. I have faced horrors that would make the souls of men scream.

I have cracked the bones of heretics and withstood their assault on my purity and on my mortal flesh. I feel the scars on my body and spirit.

I have burned the unholy in the cleansing fire of the Tribunal. Their tormented screams almost drowned out the song of Vivec in my heart.

I have held the broken bodies of my comrades. Each drop of blood from their wounds were molten rocks on my soul; first searing and then hardening, until naught but stone remains.

I feel the loss of my crippled arm in the same way as I feel the gaping maw in my soul. My body yearns to be whole once more. My soul longs for the return of its youth, the time when I still possessed compassion and kindness.

But, I regret nothing.

To face terror and not lose belief is a test of faith.

To triumph over evil brings honor to the Order.

To overcome weakness in the self gives strength to the soul.

To feel loss and to persevere is to move closer to transcendence.

To give of body and of soul for the glory of the Tribunal is the greatest honor of all.

All I regret is having but one life to give for ALMSIVI.

[Arthmodeus]

4.B.MW

Propeties: Very common to Temple members.