"Death," groaned Serra'tae, gripping his head in his hands. "Death. So much death, born from my blade.
Since my time in the halls of Orthobbae ((a/n: continuity check)), I have long held the belief that the tainted will find their place after life; that our duty extends only to prevent further corruption, not to recklessly slay all those who could plausibly be corrupted. The corrupted and the tainted are lost tiktikki, and it is not possible for we, the shepherds, to bring them back before the wolves of the nether consume them. Let them live how they will, so long as they did not threaten our flock.
But a Templar's duty is to his Warden and to the Clan. I became a Templar because I wanted to serve the Kyorl'solenurn to my highest capacity. While I disliked Purges and Death, I understood that they were necessary under current theology, and I understood that my own vision and wisdom was limited. I trusted those who were my betters to guide me on the right path, and so I followed faithfully.
Yet now I have learned that the very foundations of our order are lies. So many innocents I have slain, and all for what purpose?! For what reason did I do this?! I would not be a murderer, and yet this is precisely what I have become!
Judicator... what do I do? How do I cleanse my soul of this stain made of the blood of uncounted innocent lives?"
