A diary entry left open upon a small white table:
I am fairly certain he wanted to kill me. Yes. Fairly certain of that fact. Perhaps it is good I am linked to Sanria and Colin no longer has black makou in him. Perhaps it is due to the fact thathe looked utterly exhausted. I know not. He was at the castle, easy enough to get into his room using arcane methods to bypass some of the defensive features. I simply couldn't keep the farce going any longer... the lie has been eating at my soul.
I went to Sanria first and she looked at me as though I were on fire. She asked me what was wrong with me, then looked at me with pity. Me! As though I am the one that is pitiful. ... Alas, perhaps even this is correct.
I no longer know. I realize doing this may jeopardize things for
Gilean and Sanria. Though after seeing Colin so dejected, perhaps this has broken him enough that he will not seek to recover Sanria.
I begged him to leave them alone - his only reply was to demand I leave. I know I have damned you, Lady Sune, but if you are out there, somewhere, take from me my apologies. I have reached the end of my meddling in love. I will remain here, in this room, my companions my books and studies until I wither and collapse into dust.
