7:
I write this now from aboard a boat.
The strange prisoner has … abducted me. It is the only word I can use to describe it. He attacked me, destroyed the collar. But I am obedient. I drew the weapon from the fallen guard, and I aimed it at him.
Lord Lucien would be most displeased. He would surely kill me for such disobedience.
I would kill the prisoner. At least my demise might be short, and painless.
His voice entered my mind. It was weak, not nearly so strong as Lord Lucien's, but commanding.
I obeyed the voice.
I struck down the other Spire Guards, at its command. I killed the Commandant at this new voice's behest, and I could not understand why I did so.
I was obedient.
Now? I am a shell.
