Time goes by as slow as it wants here. After all, those of us trapped here have no use for time, so it doesn't matter how slow or how fast it passes by. Which means I have all the time in the world and more to realize what I have done. The longer I'm here, the more stumped I become as to how I could've done what I did without guilt destroying me. I was foolish to allow hate and lust to consume me to the point where I wasn't thinking clearly anymore. Of all the foolish things I did with the life given to me, the by far most foolish thing I did was swearing that oath. The oath itself was bad enough, but when it became unbreakable and my sons swore it as well; that was when I'd gone past the point of no return. How could I have been so foolish?
