Born of uncloaked lineage, understanding me was never simple. Is this why countless nights, weary of your presence, yearned for the dawn’s release? Drawing your gleaming sword might only blind me, nothing more. You revealed truths at your whim, believing honor to be for the naive. Whatever respect I once held has vanished, as I prepare for the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours stretched into my days, eventually consuming my years. When nothing else held meaning, I kissed your hand, and with a bowed head, I called you master.