Thirwin looks at Gregor. "At night, I am still me. It does not alter, it just enhances my dark side. Epsilon does owe me for bringing him back from the dead, and all I really asked was for him to wait until I could ask his help at a better time. I know how I sound at night. That's why I normally don't talk to anyone then. And correct me if I'm wrong, but I apologized to Aurora. I am an experiment. It is what I am, it is what my gods decreed. But make no mistake, I chose that. I had the option to stare into the abyss and I looked."
He takes a breath, "The artifact is indestructible, and had I not tossed it to you, I would have tried to break it. I was used by it's priest. Not just mislead, but used. I believed its lies. I am a priest of shadow; i have to hold my own against Nathrezell. If that stupid shadow was able to manipulate me, what do you think that means? Can you imagine the shame? You are a paladin. Surely being duped into violating an oath would not be so different."
His voice strengthens, "And before you judge me, understand that I am a priest of thieves. A spell that would let an assassin's dagger between the shoulder blades be as deadly to undead as to a human might not seem useful to one who fights in the light, but to one who fights in the darkness it means a lot."
"As for the long term effects, a spell that would let a vampire feel, a lich weep, a demon care seems like it would be useful to help those tainted by their blood keep control of themselves."
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