Again, Lord Sartan, it was not an attempt to title You, as I, a mortal,
would in no way attempt such extreme disrespect. Those with powers
untold should not be crossed. But the facts are just those, facts. The
beloved Lady Demeter. The peaceful Oneiros. The hated Lord Sartan. They
are simply opinions and facts, not titles. I am not looking for someone
to save me. You know my matron slumbers. You also know I have no allies
in the Garden. What I do, I do out of conviction, because I watched you
destroy my mentor, and with my fleeting final breath, I will fight
against You.

You took away one of the most sacred things to me - the one who trained
me, who raised me when I had no knoweldge of my father. For the last 75
years or so since that fateful incident where You corrupted a good man,
I have sworn to never show weakness like that. To never, -ever- let You
and those who follow You win. I will fight you with my dying breath. And
when that breath is gone, I will haunt Mhaldor to remind You of what I
have done for my beliefs.

I accept my maggothood as a sign of strength, rather then weakness. If
Your followers like Xenomorph can't kill me without teaming me, just
make it easier, right? I am sure I will die lots while maggotted. It
matters not. Because you cannot break me and you cannot ever, truly,
defeat me.

I may not be immortal, I may not have the abilities of the Garden, but
one thing I do have, the only thing I have, is a clear conscience. Can
Mhaldor say the same?

Qwilleran Yuridja

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Glacian, in the year 363 AF.