Two days have passed since Nova…died. I was just truly beginning to accept her. I know I should no longer be surprised. Artemis Entreri was not met to love. Every time I have been betrayed or they have died. And is death not a form of its own betrayal?
I feel as though a part of my soul has been ripped out of me. I fear that that may be more literal than I intend. I sense that not all of this pain is from losing someone I could have come to love.
The fighting continues unabated. Avariel, Cletran, and I are going after Sokale von Houchie next. I know we should be targeting my father, but I want to think about what Nova said before I face him. I believe she may have been right. Maybe I do not hate him.
That idea scares me, but I have known. I have known all my life. I am an Entreri. I am a firewhip. I am a child of Memnon and of the desert. I realized when I "killed" Drizzt that I can not run away forever. My heritage has been catching up with me for a long time now. I do not want to know if I can truly go through with it. That is why we will strike Sokale next. I know I may not be able to beat him, but I also know it will be because he is a powerful being. I do not like to think that I may not be able to beat my father…because I love him.
--Artemis Entreri