I Lost My Love For You

[Fragments of Conversations between Molag Bal and the Ruddy Man, as the latter becomes replaced by the former]

{The Ruddy Man text is in italics. The Molag Bal text is in bold}

I SEE YOU.

I KNOW YOU DO.

WE ARE THE SAME.

AT LEAST WE WERE, US TWO.

I REMEMBER THE TIME WE SHARED OTHERS’ TOILS.

NOW I GRAB THEIR SOULS AS A PART OF THE SPOILS.

WE USED TO TAKE CARE OF THOSE WHO WERE MAIMED.

I RELISH AT THE THOUGHT OF BESTOWING PAIN.

DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HOW WE USED TO LOVE?

I REMEMBER HOW I LOVE THE SMELL OF BLOOD.

AT THE THOUGHT OF TYRANNY OUR HEARTS USED TO SHATTER.

THE ART OF CONQUEST IS ALL THAT MATTERS.

CAN’T YOU SHED TEARS OVER THOSE WHO’VE DIED?

TEARS DO NOT SHED FOR THOSE WHO CAN’T CRY.

I THINK I SEE.

I’VE MADE YOU BELIEVE.

WE ARE WHAT WE ARE NOW BECAUSE I LOST. HOW COULD HAVE THIS BEEN DONE?

WE ARE WHAT WE ARE NOW BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE THAT WON.