"The Chosen will kill all of us"

"Do they come in the night?"

(pause)

"...They are the night"

. . .

I think on these words exchanged between myself and Dorian. With Vani nursing her fresh wounds, I think they finally realize the mistake we have made. I never should have stayed. I should not have been swayed with warm tea and warm words. I was inexplicably drawn to the idea of family and yet I have rotted it from within. Alas, too late, too late we realize our mistakes.

We cannot change…