Why is it that you are given only one chance at life? If one is born into the world as I was, into a life of hardship and condemnation, then that is all you will know. I cannot help who my father was, nor do I desire to follow in his footsteps. I am shamed by him, but also I am awed and afraid. How can one man have created so much fear and hatred within people of all races that his only child is fated to be shown the same raw emotions simply for being his child? I was not raised by Morzan, I was not taught by Morzan. I knew him only long enough to be scarred by his blade and by his merciless cruelty. I barely remember him. The people who reject and distrust me for my heritage know more of my father than I. I cannot place my hope in the Varden or in anyone. I cannot allow anyone access to my thoughts, my innermost emotions, for fear that I would be exposed then denied. I have no sanctuary, I have no home. My life is hell because of Galbatorix's rule, and I would see it end. If only a single man or woman here would give me their trust.