I shall not settle.
Those whom have suffered.
Those at my own hands.
Where am I now?
This false sense of security.
I recall speaking with Antiochus myself once.
Pleading for his wisdom.
How shall I atone for my sins?
How shall I make it up to those whom have sought retribution against me and my mistakes?
"My boy, your conception was your atonement.
We all sleep in-utero.
For once we awake truly,
The void enters and vanquishes it away.
All lessons.
All experiences.
Lost.
We atone by birth.
We sin by birthing.
This you shall never undo."