I killed my own aunt, the mother of my half-brother, and hid that truth for almost twenty years. I waited every day for the chance to kill our father; the father who killed my mother through his weakness, his vanity.

Now that same brother stands before me, blade drawn, and it only seems right that things are going to end this way—and if it means Ludger might break free from the things we Kresnik's have done to one another, it's more than I could ever hope to deserve.