I am...confused.
This shift is too abrupt for me to comprehend. I was supposed to die, but I am still alive. Many of the people who are supposed to look at me disdainfully have changed. They look at me with admiration and respect. That makes me feel...terribly creepy.
Excalibur is like a hot thing in my hand. I would like to let it go, but I cannot. I have no control over my own hands.
I have been so perplexed that I have no idea since when Hareve dragged me into the middle. I am so perplexed right now that I have no idea what people are saying. I have also had no idea when this execution ground goes silent... when the knights carry someone and rudely throw them in the middle.
It is like a lump of something completely black...
But, upon closer inspection, it is undeniably a human being. Its shape is a little off, but that is probably because it has been in too much dirt—
No...
When I look at that person, my heart...seems to beat faster.