“Kill me. Please please kill me. Roland my name is Roland. Tell my-“ Roland begs, down on his need, his mind imprinted with the darkness and hate and despair and fear that the Valg Prince left behind.

His green eyes shoot up to girl- no woman in front of him, a dagger in her hand. His blond hair is damp with sweat.

“Please…” He begs her, looking down at her dagger and back up to her eyes.