In the months that have passed since the Magician brought me to Ar, I find my increasing lonliness leaves me wanting for my old life. I miss Marius. And just as often I think of Jade, and I wonder how she fares. Has she forgotten me by now?
Penitence is a strange thing. For as part of me wishes I'd never partaken in theft, another part of me could never fathom the eternal loss of Jade. And though I did not ultimately get to keep her, the thought that she is with my Master does bring me some relief from my own misery. I shall never cease to wish upon the stars at night. For in them I might obtain the mercy I desire. And Marius' open arms, welcoming me home once again.
