-nods-
Mm.
I've thought that through.
-thinks for a moment and sighs- Though I can't help it but- the feeling of guilt still lingers.
The idea behind the Red Winter- the fact it was planned...
I almost feel responsible for laying the foundations for that idea.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThe prospect behind the Red Winter- is demolishing a society so you can build a new one.
I once believed in a similar approach to effecting change.
That was when I formed the Knights of Aurelius- an organization like the Aurelian Scholars, only- militant.
No longer believing that we could change the world by co-operating and influencing a natural change towards the good, we were impatient- to enforce the golden society through arms.
Contradicting one of the primary precepts of Aggripan thinking.
I'm not saying he couldn't have come up with it on his own, but... I know that the logic that the Knights of Aurelius would have- could in extremes come to something like that.
An influence upon his mind. For the Knights- exist to this day.
And I'm the one who started them off.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI know.
It won't stop the guilt.
Reminders of my mistakes, like this...
I've made peace with it- I've had to, I've lived long enough.
But it won't stop me from feeling that twinge of remorse.
I used to refuse being called Letholdhus- because that name of mine, and not Leo- has my mistake etched into its' memory- into Legend.
The Scourge of Athens.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-sighs- ... I don't know when I'll feel ready- or redeemed.
That's what's on my mind.
The thing throwing me off.
Seeing Ankarlon- in that brief moment of time when I wasn't visiting him as a dead man.
Knowing that I'm not going to find the same rest as others.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Then do both.
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