Their gone. Their all gone. It was my job to protect them. To defend Highover. And I failed. Mother,Father,Oriana….poor little Oren. Fergus. I failed him. I failed them all.

I should have died their. Hell on some level I wanted to die their. I owe my life to so many people. The only one still alive is Duncan, the Grey bastard who used the right of conscription to pull me from my father's side as he lay wounded. Why couldn't he have taken Mother? She's the one who fought in the war. All I've done was slay a bunch of rats.

Okay Okay. I'm alive. But I'm not okay. Were staying at a tavern in Lothering. I'm writing this inside the local Chantry. I couldn't stay in that Tavern. They were playing Mother and Father's song.

Duncan told me that a good way to process grief is to re live it. I guess if I write it all down, let it all out. I just want it to stop. And I hate myself for being so selfish.