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October 15th: Hunger

((Realized I never posted this. Posted mostly because Aegnas’s hunting came up in discussion. Aegnas is not a strict cannibal like Solandis. He just really likes killing things.))

I wasn’t originally going to write about this. It wasn’t particularly special in any way. Last night stands out in my mind not for His mercy, which I am grateful for, but for the ceaseless insanity of the living and for how weak His loyal truly are now. There are hardly any Sin’dorei left, living or dead, who are unchanged. I see petulant children. Blathering idiots. Mindless savages. Ashwake, I think, stands out in my mind as one of the few who truly reflect what I once was.

I care little for pretending to be one of them, of course, but it disgusts me to no end to deal with weakness. These children are weak. They’re like the troggs infesting the Titans’ cities. They’re a twisted mockery of everything that proud and noble race once stood for. I remember, when I was alive, visiting Silvermoon. I made my home in Dalaran, and though my eyes were green as theirs, they looked on me with hostility for wearing the purple robes of the human mage city. Silvermoon was in ruins, but those survivors were so proud. They held their heads high, they enforced order. In those early days, I never saw half-dressed beggars harassing people in the very sanctum of the Blood Knights. They wouldn’t have dared. The Blood Knights would never have allowed it.

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A package arrived outside Rosefica’s residence. It was small and well-padded, so that it wouldn’t rattle when shaken. There was no return address, but once opened, had a letter inside in Aegnas’s handwriting.

I apologize for my timing and for making your birthweek less than perfect. I know how much you were looking forward to it. I cannot give you back what was missing, but I hope I can at least make your day a little brighter.

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