Temperance is no longer an option. Every resource needed to make peace has been exhausted. She cannot be trusted. I am not her toy any more, she cannot control me any more. If anyone dares try my patience or taunt my mind, they shall pay dearly. I will exact my vengeance, though time it would take. So much has yet to be done, supplies gathered, and those who have hurt me shall pay with their sanity. And some, their blood. I will have no mercy, though killing is always an option. Virtue no longer has any presence with me, no one can stand in my way because the world is now my own toy. I can do anything that should not be done and I will do everything that I have said, none shall keep me from my thoughts.
Pressure has been released, and some cannot be pulled from my mind. The pain I have felt should never have been dealt. This one who has done this can never be forgiven. The horror of being pushed away by one who had pledged loyalty and broken it time and again, forever. Can the thought