For countless years now, I've seen beauty in pain and song in sorrow. In the beginning, I saw music in all things. Now...now, I can only find it in suffering, sadness or pain. The doom appointed to us by NĂ¡mo cursed us in so many different ways, but to me; the most painful thing is that I can no longer find song in good things. Now I am cursed to only find it in suffering. Song in suffering, music in mourning, poetry in pain, lays in lament. To me, that is the final straw. The oath destroyed my family and it is for that I hate it most, but it also took away - or at least changed to something unrecognizable - the way I saw the world. Now...now I can only find song in sadness, sorrow and suffering.