You are learned, Seamstress. Wise and perhaps...a tad more personally experienced in warfare than you truly let on, mhmhmhmhm. A damaged child? but, no. There is strength through wounding, eheheheh. In this, however, I must disagree. In this, you will find me a blasphemer; a man all but too familiar with the machinations of soartă, of an impotent and voiceless God too self-absorbed to ever tend to his flock.

I was a warrior of Heaven. A man who saw the Holy Word and knew it to be thus, and for my services I was awarded a beheading. There is no plan, no just reward for the righteous -- only death. And pain. And undeath everlasting.