- See also: All That Remains
Used quicklime to preserve her feet. Unsure whether texture of the skin is to my liking. Will try other methods.
Mharen... it's a pretty name. I saw her hands. Long, slender fingers. Fair skin—the hands of a lifelong scholar. Oh, to lock my own clumsy fingers in hers again...
Today is our anniversary. Had hoped to complete my work before now, but one piece is missing. I'm so sorry, love. Please wait a little longer. I haven't forgotten my promise.
When I see it, I'll know. I would know that face anywhere.
It's close, now. My long wait is almost over.
Am I doing the right thing? It all seemed so clear to me, but now... what have I become? When did this happen? Someone will eventually try to stop me. I've left too many clues for them not to. When they come, should I try to stop them? Maybe the Maker took her from me because I deserved to lose her.
No. It's too late for me to stop, now. The Maker will need to stop me if he thinks I need to be stopped.
No one else.