I can't be bothered with the date. I just know that I made a deal. Boiling Blood. Fire. Justice for a False Accusation.
A Tattoo. Ink. Flames around a Quarrel. Now the Walls. The edges. They pulse. I am the Fire, but I am enveloped in flesh. Am I devoured? Or do I burn free?
I was warned. Two. Two War within One.