Born of a lineage never questioned, my essence was never easily discerned. Perhaps this is why countless nights, weary from your shadow, awaited the first light of dawn. Drawing forth your gleaming blade might dazzle, but nothing more. The truths you dispensed at whim, believing honor to be the fool's plaything. Whatever respect was once held has now withered, as I stand ready for the ultimate betrayal to unfold. Your hours stretched into my days and eventually years, as my life ebbed away. When nothing else remained, I kissed your hand, and with my head bowed, I called you master.