When I asked my beloved why Viere’s lair had been
destroyed by fire, the answer suggested some guilt for the act, but only
because I had not been consulted first. My decision had been to retrieve
anything of use from there. So that it could not be found by others and
utilized for barbarity. But I expressed hesitation, and D.A. offered to go instead.
After much consideration did I agree, but only if Maag
acted as escort and I stationed myself as guard (however superfluous). My
beloved descended into the labyrinth and emerged some time later, eager to
depart. The entire underground had been set ablaze.
At first, I did not understand but did not question. I
felt ambivalence, not remorse or triumph.
In hindsight the rash, vindictive choice - sudden at least by
my perspective, it may have been planned once my beloved resolved to go
there -was the wisest course. Often we are not the most
dispassionate agents in our own affairs and those who love us possess the
greater insight.
The reason my beloved burned the place was so that it
could be put away from me.
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