I write today to express my gratitude, open and honest, for all you have
done for me. Know that I am learning. Know that I have you to thank for
my learning, so many of you who teach me, every day, that my path is the
one of Suffering. Know, as I do, that this dull, throbbing ache is more
than just your arrows and whips and swords and magical wolves, the
telepathic crushing of my very being, your taunts and insults...

Know this: The weak suffer and die. The strong suffer and return to
suffer more, to reveal the path to strength, to teach the others to
suffer too.

This dull, throbbing ache is more than just your talons dug deep into my
shoulder, more than the sting of a spiritual mace...

No, Sapience, this is not your power over me, but the Will of the Lord.
And like me, you are His dutiful servants. In your futile attempts at
justice, with your clumsy need for vengeance, you do His bidding, you
preach His faith, far better than you shall ever believe. Rejoice to
know you clear the obstacles of Light and Goodness with your reckless
hatred and mindless gestures, for I have met those who truly preach of
Light, the few and far between, and I can only imagine how they despair
to see you cast aside their progress.

Your encouragement is duly noted. As you burden me, I become more
capable of giving, of strengthening others. I am durable, growing ever
more resilient, and we shall move forward, Sapience, to spread the
Bounty of the Suffering. Together, we shall pave the way to greatness in
the name of the Lord.

Respectfully,

Balynne Lokelinde Le'Murzen

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Sarapin, in the year 498 AF.