It’s strange how of all the places that I run into trouble it’s a place that most closely resembles my homeloand. The people look similar and evern speak the language, yet somehow, I am the outsider. It makes me sick to even consider that these people could be my cousins. I feel more of a kinship with the people that fight them for their freedom.
I need to learn to control my anger better. There were times that I was willing to kill a man for a simple transgression, fortunatley Simeon was there to stay my hand. He truely is a saint, and is a man that can see the true worth of a life. I must ask for forgiveness, both from my friends and from the Morning Lord.
Many things have transpired since the death of Gregoire and I wish that I could have given that poor tortured soul better send off than have his corpse carried off into the woods in the ruse, but when it came down to it, it was the Barovians fault for that not happening. Now poor Gregoire and all his drive and all is sorrow are lost. I wonder, would I go to the same lengths to destroy Patrovna? Would I sell my future, my soul just for revenge, at a chance of revolution? Some say you need to fight fire with fire, but evil is something that must be countered. Many times the ends justify the means, but is there a time when this does not apply? When the means are to great a sin? I fear that I may end up as Gregoire did, a twisted dry corpse, with an unfufilled mission.