Born of blood never denied, knowing me was no simple feat. Is this why the endless nights, wearied by your presence, longed for the embrace of dawn? Drawing your gleaming blade may blind me but does nothing more. The truths you shared at whim, believing honor to be a fool's pursuit, stripped away the respect I harbored. As I stand ready for the ultimate betrayal to bear witness, your hours stretched into my days and eventually years, consuming my life. When nothing else held weight, I kissed your hand, head bowed low, and whispered the word: master.