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.