I screwed up, but he was the one to pay for it. I killed him. What was I thinking? "Oh, let me just mess around with a walking catastrophe, surely nothing can go wrong."

And yet everything did. I was a failure unworthy of the title of Paladin. It seemed the Divines finally punished me for all my blasphemies. But why did they have to take him? Why not make me suffer the just consequences of my own actions?

Perhaps they wanted me to be the one to take care of that—the one to punish myself.

No, I couldn't rely on empty speculation. If anything, they had proven to be unreliable. If I wanted to make things right, I'd need to do so myself.

There was still a way to fix this, and I was the only one who could do it. I'd make sure things returned to normal. I'd save Oscar and then… I'd also save her.

Even if the entire world wanted her dead.