And if my steps steer me up to your door once again, I shall knock on it. And you shall ask me; What is the colour of night? And I will answer; Sanguine, my brother. This and nothing more.
But be warned. Tides may turn even in the most shallow of seas. Twist my tongue even but a little and I shall do my best to knocking it down.
Go now. Travel with haste, for I cannot swim.
My shadow is growing and I wish not to harm a friend.
Leave in peace. Live in war. This is who I was.